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Online physiotherapy for chronic pain

A man in a green top is holding a person's leg that is bent. both are wearing black bottoms.

It can be difficult to find someone who understands persistent pain, fluctuating symptoms, fear around movement, fatigue, neurodivergence, and the reality of trying to keep up with exercises when life and health are already such a lot to handle.

Alex does just that.

When adaptation becomes survival

Leanne is sat in a pink sweater sits comfortably on a chair, smiling softly at the camera. Beside her, a small black and white dog is stretched out on the carpet in front of a fluffy blue pet bed, creating a cozy and serene scene at home.

It can feel creative, wise, and freeing to find a different way of doing things. A way that works with your body instead of against it. A way that helps you keep going, keep moving, keep living.

And then there are times when adaptation does not feel inspiring at all.

A gentle December survival guide for us all

An image of a woman in bed, looking cosy, with a cup of tea. She wearing a white dressing gown, and is wrapped up in red velvet and gold covers and cushions.

December can be … a lot.

Even if you love twinkly lights, cosy socks, the smell of cinnamon, and being covered in wrapping paper and sellotape, this time of year can be overwhelming.

Ants, Elephants, and other critters

A cartoon image of 3 elephants, 2 are babies. Some red ants are in front of them. They look like they are talking to each other.

That’s where Ants and Elephants and The Saturday Ant Mob come in. They are Zoom opportunities for a little bit of accountability, motivation and cheerleading for life tasks.

Resting, surrendering, and lubricating those joints!

Leanne lying in bed smiling with her hand resting on Stanley, her white and grey Shih Tzu. She is under a pink blanket and lying on grey pillows. her tshirt is black with the words Amazing Jane on the front.

I used to think that getting well was about being less lazy. Pushing through the pain and fatigue, ignoring what my body was saying, powering on despite how ill I was feeling. Then my body sat me down in my early twenties and said (it actually screamed at me!) absolutely not.

It Wasn’t Just a Tick Bite 😱

Leanne's eyes looking down at the camera with smudges underneath

So, can you believe it? I’ve got Lyme Disease. On top of everything else I’m already managing with hormones and endometriosis, this feels like a cruel extra. I don’t feel that great to be honest.