Heartfilled minds.

Welcome to my blog, my little place on the big internet.

I am Iris, I am 23 and I live in the Netherlands. I believe in God and I believe in Jesus but religion is not 100% my thing. I study Applied Physics and I am currently doing my final master’s research.

I love taking pictures and I have my own small photography business. Sometimes I write short stories and poems and I am also learning to play the guitar. I am always singing (even in my sleep sometimes) and being quiet is something I’m not good at.

I have a few illnesses and am disabled. I have Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, which causes my Fibromyalgia, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Irritable Bowel Syndrome, Migraines and Raynaud’s. I also have ADHD and a whiplash and I am self-diagnosed with POTS and dysautonomia.

My mental health has been all over the place but I am mentally healthy now.

So yeah, I try to blog about my life but it's mostly about my illnesses because I am an ill and that makes up most of my life.

**What you are viewing now, is my life, in its purest form. You may not understand the rambling of my mind in the form of a few words or a picture, but that is okay because I do. **

Creativity is the air that I breathe; it's in the words that I say, the moves that I make, the songs that I sing. Please accept me for that, because I have.

I hope you like what you are about to see.

SLeepy time?

thecosmosknowsitself:

There is no quota for having disabilities, mental illnesses, and/or chronic illnesses.

You can, in fact, have more than five concurrent issues going on, especially of varying severity.

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I don’t understand abled people’s quota thing? Why is this a thing?

I wish it were a thing.

"Op, you’ve hit your limit! No more illnesses for you forever!"

(via fogblogger)

fogblogger:

If I had unlimited money do you even know how much makeup I would have

danathepaina:

Eating an orange is such a risk. Will it be sweet or sour? Juicy or dry? Take a chance on life, eat an orange!

And then you get orange juice in your eye :(

I have a lot of photos of awesome sheep. Yep. I’m such a real photographer me.

heartfilledminds:

217.365 [9:00 AM breakfast] on Flickr.
Via Flickr: [9:00 AM breakfast] Breakfast is such a difficult thing. I can’t eat too much, because I get nauseous very easily, but I also need the energy.  I take a lot of pills and hope that they give me a few more spoons to spend that day. Maybe I’ll be in less pain, maybe I need the vitamins, maybe I need to be able to focus. Medicine can help gain spoons in so many ways.  However, there are side-effects. Most strong pain-killers have a lot of side-effects and it’s always choosing between two types of evil. Will I be in pain or will I be drowsy? My pain killers cause me to be depressed if I take too many, or they make me feel high and I just laugh at everything. The medicine makes me foggy, making it hard to do things. I feel like I’m sleeping all the time.

heartfilledminds:

217.365 [9:00 AM breakfast] on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
[9:00 AM breakfast]

Breakfast is such a difficult thing. I can’t eat too much, because I get nauseous very easily, but I also need the energy.

I take a lot of pills and hope that they give me a few more spoons to spend that day. Maybe I’ll be in less pain, maybe I need the vitamins, maybe I need to be able to focus. Medicine can help gain spoons in so many ways.
However, there are side-effects. Most strong pain-killers have a lot of side-effects and it’s always choosing between two types of evil. Will I be in pain or will I be drowsy? My pain killers cause me to be depressed if I take too many, or they make me feel high and I just laugh at everything. The medicine makes me foggy, making it hard to do things. I feel like I’m sleeping all the time.

heartfilledminds:

213.365 on Flickr.
Via Flickr: I am still so tired, so weak. I just hope this will pass. I will wait for a week, but if I’m still this tired by that time I will call my GP again.

heartfilledminds:

213.365 on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
I am still so tired, so weak. I just hope this will pass. I will wait for a week, but if I’m still this tired by that time I will call my GP again.

heartfilledminds:

266.365 on Flickr.
Via Flickr: Texel, De Koog. This is such a standard cliché beach shot. Maybe I should’ve just selective coloring too to make it even better haha.

heartfilledminds:

266.365 on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Texel, De Koog. This is such a standard cliché beach shot. Maybe I should’ve just selective coloring too to make it even better haha.

heartfilledminds:

340.365 on Flickr.
Via Flickr: The story behind this? While Autumn is starting on this side of the planet, so is spring on the southern hemisphere. It’s the circle of life; a dawn, a death, always changing, never the same.  I feel like some of us in the chronic illness society are like butterflies. We go inside for the winter, hardly go outside and are inside our own, safe, warm cocoon. In the spring we go outside more and try to start up our life in the outside world again; in the summer we live and fly, only to have the cycle start again in the autumn. I cannot go out easily in the winter; my Raynaud’s is too severe and I will cause damage to my hands and feet. I am limited to my own house and have to arrange people to come by me. It’s hard for people to grasp this, because I am somewhat mobile in the summer; I can walk for short distances or I can ride my bike. In the winter, going outside for as little as five minutes can cause me agonizing pain, causing me to scream, cry and sometimes faint. //////////////////////////// A small test shot for a photo I’ve been thinking about for a little while.  Today was fun. I kept my productivity going and Mattijs and I went out for dinner.  My whole room is covered in moss now. Oops.

heartfilledminds:

340.365 on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
The story behind this? While Autumn is starting on this side of the planet, so is spring on the southern hemisphere. It’s the circle of life; a dawn, a death, always changing, never the same.

I feel like some of us in the chronic illness society are like butterflies. We go inside for the winter, hardly go outside and are inside our own, safe, warm cocoon. In the spring we go outside more and try to start up our life in the outside world again; in the summer we live and fly, only to have the cycle start again in the autumn.

I cannot go out easily in the winter; my Raynaud’s is too severe and I will cause damage to my hands and feet. I am limited to my own house and have to arrange people to come by me. It’s hard for people to grasp this, because I am somewhat mobile in the summer; I can walk for short distances or I can ride my bike. In the winter, going outside for as little as five minutes can cause me agonizing pain, causing me to scream, cry and sometimes faint.

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A small test shot for a photo I’ve been thinking about for a little while.

Today was fun. I kept my productivity going and Mattijs and I went out for dinner.

My whole room is covered in moss now. Oops.


heartfilledminds:

315.365 on Flickr.
Via Flickr: I know this is a stupid picture but my remote broke down AGAIN and I feel a bit blue so here is a nice and simple picture .

heartfilledminds:

315.365 on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
I know this is a stupid picture but my remote broke down AGAIN and I feel a bit blue so here is a nice and simple picture .

heartfilledminds:

253.365 on Flickr.
Via Flickr: Tonight Mattijs and I went out for dinner and we went to a lovely restaurant called Paradise. It’s a vegetarian restaurant and it’s just the prettiest place I’ve ever been. There are plants everywhere, there is even a cave and they also have turtles. How cool is that?  If you want to see some photos, you should click here

heartfilledminds:

253.365 on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Tonight Mattijs and I went out for dinner and we went to a lovely restaurant called Paradise. It’s a vegetarian restaurant and it’s just the prettiest place I’ve ever been. There are plants everywhere, there is even a cave and they also have turtles. How cool is that?

If you want to see some photos, you should click here