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Alisha Nurse is a curry-loving writer & comms professional who holds a Master of Arts Degree in Journalism (International) from the University of Westminster, London. Get in touch with any feedback or questions via the contact form in the 'About' section.

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Happy holidays!

Construction work is long overdue on this website – now I can’t avoid it any longer as my latest posts are not being displayed! it may look a little bit odd over the next few weeks but not to worry, it will be back soon.

Love Alisha x


For Men Only – Relationship Talk

This is so funny! I had to share!

HarsH ReaLiTy

Men have you ever encountered one of those situations where it is always your fault? Like the time you dropped that cake on the way to the wedding reception that she had just spent all day laboring to bake. How were you to know that you would trip over the one blind talking rabbit on his way with his companions to a place called Narnia. Shit just happens. You didn’t mean to fail. You like to win.

I always think it is best in these situations to turn the argument back on the woman. It is of course a deflection tactic, but all is fair in the jungle. If she says “why didn’t you just crush that rabbit with your foot? Aren’t you a man?”

You of course say back “Baby… he was going to Narnia and had three companions that were Centaurs. What was I to do?”



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Photo by Lance ShieldsWhat a hauntingly beautiful piece x


By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

    Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
    But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
    Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
    But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
    Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
    But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
    Be sad, and you lose them all,—
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
    But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
    Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
    But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
    For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
    Through the narrow aisles of pain.


Ultimate Spoonie Giveaway

Get a chance to win copies of my books The Return of the Key and Living the Best Life with Fibromyalgia alongside amazing gift packages, by entering this amazing #ultimatespooniegiveaway that I’m hosting with other chronic pain bloggers on Counting My Spoons, February Stars, LiveKen, & Living Incurably! Read the link below from my blog for more details!

The Invisible F

Photo by Yoshimi Photo by Yoshimi

Christmas is coming on The Invisible F! We know how stressful it can be living with a chronic pain condition like fibromyalgia, so we want to spoil you rotten in time for the holidays.

I’m really excited to announce that together with my fellow bloggers from Counting My Spoons, February Stars, Fed Up With Fatigue, LiveKen, and Living Incurably, The Invisible F will be hosting an Ultimate Spoonie Giveaway, featuring super fantastically amazing prizes! I’m soo not exaggerating.

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The power of letting go

Read my another of my blog posts on the art of letting go!

The Invisible F


This blog is about surmounting fibromyalgia and mental illness. Inevitably, I had to get around to talking about forgiveness.

I wasn’t surprised that Google records 5 million searches a month for the phrase ‘how to let go.’

People are hurting and they want to heal and move on, but can’t seem to.

You might be asking what on earth this has to do with overcoming fibromyalgia and mental health problems?

Alot actually.

It is no secret that stress and emotional baggage can manifest themselves into physical symptoms. They can impinge on our health, exacerbating symptoms of conditions we are already dealing with. Chronic stress can also lead to a host of illnesses or habits that might affect our health in the long run.

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A beautiful awakening


As a child, long before any diagnosis of clinical depression, I felt its claws digging its way into parts of me hidden from the world.

And as with any problem, we cannot treat what we do not know, or understand.

But I found unlikely help and great encouragement from stories.

In the pages of the many books my dad bought me, I found solace and inspiration. But these were also to be found in the multitude of stories my grandfather and grandmother told me and my cousins.

My grandad in particular loved telling us about his time growing up in colonial Trinidad; and defying the limitations set upon him as a mixed race man of colour.

This communal sharing of stories in my family fostered trust, loyalty and respect. It was almost sacred – esoteric knowledge known only to those within our family walls. (more…)

3 anti-inflammatory foods that provide natural pain relief

Fresh turmeric

Fresh turmeric

Cinnamon, ginger and turmeric are anti-inflammatory foods that provide great natural pain relief for chronic pain conditions like fibromyalgia.

I would definitely say they should be included in one’s diet if one battles a behemoth like fibromyalgia.

My family has long used these ingredients to treat a host of symptoms from colds, pain, internal cleanses, digestive problems and irritable bowel syndrome. For instance, my grandmum would always recommend boiling a generous amount of grated ginger root and bringing to boil for colds or pain filled days. I don’t subscribe to using pre-packaged teas for these purposes as I don’t believe they provide the full benefits of using the ingredients fresh. (more…)

To Dad with love

Photo by me :)

Photo by me 🙂

On the other end of the phone Dad was rummaging through storage boxes.

“Oh look, I found one of your old drawings. You drew me a mermaid and it says ‘Happy Birthday Dad” he said bursting into laughter.

I chuckled as nostalgia overcame me.

Dad had migrated when I was three to make a better life for us. Like most families, our stories were complex.

I grew up mostly without his physical presence but he was always there.

He phoned as often as he could, sent me whatever I needed and ensured my library was ever growing. There was always a new storybook or some crafty device to harness my creativity. (more…)