I’m from Swansea in South Wales, and I’m 23 years old. I think it’s important to note here - though you’ve probably already noticed from my photo - that I use a wheelchair in my everyday life.

I’m from Swansea in South Wales, and I’m 23 years old. I think it’s important to note here - though you’ve probably already noticed from my photo - that I use a wheelchair in my everyday life.

My friends and family will read that and sigh “yeah, we know”...

This is because I have a condition called Cerebral Palsy (CP). Embarrassingly enough, I had to learn more about CP, because a stranger once asked more questions about it that I couldn’t actually answer... *bit awks like*.

Point being, yes, I am disabled; but growing up, I was just a little girl, who sat in a little wheelchair. To my parents, I was simply Emily Nicole, their daughter/diva hahaha!!

I remember my mum saying to me in my teens that “the world didn’t revolve around me”. And I was genuinely shocked and appalled!

My life has been plenty of things, but boring isn’t one of them…

I am loud, gobby, unapologetic, and POSITIVE and I’ll be sharing random thoughts, with my unique sense of humour and potty mouth on all magazine-related topics, every month. Reading is believing!

“Afterlife”

Writing about the afterlife?
Of course, the first thing that springs to my mind is Ricky Gervais’s hit series on Netflix…

I won’t have anyone suggest I’m not a deep thinker, alright!?!

Not to rip off Gervais’s idea but the whole series made me wonder how I would react to losing a loved one.

Would I smash bricks into car windows when they didn’t obey the zebra crossing for me?

Would I befriend the local drug dealer and sex worker?

Would I eat chicken curry from a tin for brekkie because I couldn’t bring myself to cook?

Now, I know what you’re thinking, and yes, I am from a town called Swansea, BUT surprisingly, even THAT is niche behaviour.

Ideas of the afterlife are comforting I suppose. More comforting than the idea that death is finite or life is finito.

Then again, to me, the afterlife kinda puts a damp squib on life. How different can it be if we live on? Unless reincarnation exists.

Even then, it’s only interesting if you return as something that doesn’t live to work, eat or mate (debatable, for some I know!!)

Don’t people seem to take risks in life because it’s painted as a one-time opportunity?

Personally, I sit here and wonder… if I die and return to an alternate universe with a similar structure in a similar body, will my life have been a Groundhog Day exercise?

Told you I could think deeply!!

One thing’s for certain, if the afterlife is real, I would have mastered the meaning of the word ‘no’ in life.

Then again, if we have infinite chances or opportunities to live…

What does it matter?!?

I hope we’re not all like gerbils on the hamster wheel of life, running and never finding a way out; but yet, dying is still viewed as a disaster and a fear.

Not to be too la dee dah, but I think I’d be happy to keep living on, as long as I had new challenges and goals and clothes and food and….

Chasing a ball in the park or pollinating flowers in the garden, I’m sure I’ll be(e) there - pardon the pun!

At least if I’m a dog or a bee in my next life, I won’t be able to crack anymore jokes eh!!

Love Emily X

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