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  • Understanding Cerebellar Tonsillar Ectopia Symptoms

    Understanding Cerebellar Tonsillar Ectopia Symptoms

    Living with a Hidden Condition.

    I suffer from a condition which isn’t really well understood by the medical profession, called cerebellar tonsillar ectopia.

    This happens when the tonsils of the brain descend down through the foramen magnum. The natural opening at the base of the skull where the spinal cord passes.

    In my case, the descent is between 7–14mm. Which leaves me struggling daily with chronic headaches, migraines, mobility and balance problems, dizziness, and more.

    My Symptoms

    Headaches: Often sharp at the back of my head, spreading down to the neck and shoulders. They worsen with coughing, sneezing, or straining.

    Neck pain: Aching and stiffness that never quite goes away.

    Balance issues: I live with daily clumsiness, falls, and unsteady gait .My zimmer frames and four-wheel walker are part of life.

    Dizziness & vertigo: At least several times a week I feel the world spin.

    Sensory changes: Pins and needles, tingling, and numbness in my hands, feet, and face.

    Swallowing & speech difficulties: Food can feel stuck, and sometimes my words fail me mid-conversation slurred or simply stuck.

    Vision changes: Blurred or double vision.

    Sleep issues: Insomnia, breathlessness, possible sleep apnea made worse by COPD and asthma.

    Eye & heart symptoms: Involuntary eye movements, narrowing blood vessels (noted by my optician), and occasional palpitations.

    What We Know

    The severity of symptoms varies some people who have a tonsillar descent and never know it.

    It is rare: one study found only 0.77% of 22,000 people had it, and only 14% of those had symptoms. That’s 169 people out of the 22,000 who was discovered to have Cerebellar Tonsillar Ectopia.

    It is usually diagnosed with MRI scans, often by accident. For me, it was discovered during the thick of COVID, after severe illness after the vaccine.

    Treatment

    For now, I am managed with pain relief and regular monitoring.

    Many patients improve after Chiari decompression surgery. This is where bone at the back of the skull is removed. In turn this to make more space but it is not a cure.

    Almost 80% of patients report improvements in headaches and neck pain after surgery.

    Living With It.

    Living with this condition means I rarely go out. Especially as I live in a first-floor flat and mobility is a challenge. Bath boards, kitchen chairs, and walking aids help me hold onto independence.

    Yet, in many ways, it feels no different from what our ancestors lived through. When ailments had no names when dizziness, weakness, or visions were seen as the touch of gods or spirits.

    What we now call neurology once was understood as omens, curses, or gifts.

    My constant battle is not only medical, but spiritual too. a reminder that we live on the boundary between body and spirit, health and struggle.

    Through the Eyes of the Ancients.

    If someone like me had lived in Celtic or Roman Britain, this condition would have had no medical name. Instead, my symptoms would have been explained as signs of otherworldly touch.

    Headaches and dizziness have been seen as visions, proof that the gods or ancestors were pressing close. Druids have taken it as a calling a sign that one foot already walked in the Other world.

    Slurred speech or fainting spells could have been taken as possession, or the whispers of spirits breaking through the veil.

    Unsteady gait and weakness have marked me as cursed, chosen, or touched by the fae. In some cultures, those who stumbled between steps were believed to be walking between realms.

    Even the constant pain is woven into myth not as weakness. But as sacrifice, the price for carrying sacred insight.

    The Romans, more pragmatic, have marked me as “unfit” or even “mad.” But to the Celts, with their deep reverence for seers and dreamers, I would not have been dismissed. Instead, I would have been guided into a priestly or prophetic role the one who hears beyond the ordinary.

    So while the modern world gives my suffering a clinical name cerebellar tonsillar ectopia. The ancient world has given me something different: purpose.

    Authors Note.

    I feel it is important to share this not only as part of my story. But to raise awareness of a condition that is still little known and poorly understood.

    Matters of the mind whether it is mental illness, cerebellar tonsillar ectopia, or functional neurological disorders.

    stay vast, mysterious, and too often overlooked. Research and funding still lag far behind the need.

    By speaking openly, I hope to bring light to these hidden struggles. To remind others who walk this path that they are not alone.

    Thank you for reading.

    © StormborneLore Emma Hewitt, 2025. All rights reserved.

  • Good Afternoon, God eftermiddag, Prynhawn Da, Buenas tardes, Guten Tag, Добрый день (Author note)

    Good Afternoon, God eftermiddag, Prynhawn Da, Buenas tardes, Guten Tag, Добрый день (Author note)




    Thank you to everyone who took the time to read yesterday’s Authors Note.

    just a warning : This is NOT EDITED in anyway so there will be spelling mistakes and grammar issues., structure issues.

    Why am I doing this?

    The reason I’m saying hello in English. German, Russian, Spanish, Swedish and Welsh (I do apologise if I’ve spelt or wrote anything wrong)

    The reason for it is those are the top countries in my stats for viewing my site.

    THANK YOU

    Thank you and USA youre number one. Thank you, and last night’s authors note had more likes than any other piece.

    AI and Me

    Well I’ve tried AI and still think even with all the errors. My writings probably better, than ai even though I use it to Polish my work it feels wrong.

    Less human! Less capable of putting in what it takes to make the reader feel. SO after talking to my child who is a one of the biggest book nerds I’ve know. Someone who states don’t use AI they steal from other writers.

    They are right but my stories are mine and double checked even triple checked not just through grammarly. But I also paste anything that I’m suspicious of direct into search engines manually check. If something worth doing it’s worth doing right !

    The Plan Today

    What’s on the plan today is easy 4 pieces.

    This authors note

    1 story – Three houses of Caernath part 7

    1 poem – based on the eternal lords

    1 article

    1 recipe. Inspired by the bronze age

    Where is my world based?

    Someone asked me where are my stories / world based?

    Worcestershire.

    The House of Flame – Ignis.

    Infact Emberhelm is based on the Malvern Hills and surrounding areas. Where I walked every weekend as a child and teen. An area stepped in history and folklore from Roman Britain to today.

    Shropshire, Welsh marches and Staffordshire

    The houses of Lore and Drax

    Tempestas (house of storm) and Umbria (the house of shadow)

    While Drax guards the marches with his armies of tempestas. Lore works his charms throughout his lands of Umbra. Taranis sits in the main house of Ignis. Soon to be joined by two others.

    Again I spent hours walking not just around my village. But Cannock chase and Tettenhall woods, Walsall woods, cannock woods. I listened to historians, folklorists, read books on mythology, folklore, hauntings of the areas.

    Other areas

    I’ve walked Glastonbury Tor. (The hard way even ended up crawling at the top. But worth it and I proved to myself I can achieve the impossible. )

    I’ve walked the long mynd (shropshire)where a village is said to have disappeared. The walks beautiful but not for those with mobility issues.

    I’ve visited Wales (let’s face the truth at one point most of England was welsh). so when I include Welsh it more of a nod to ancestral heritage. My favourite place in Wales is Pembrokeshire.

    Everywhere I go I’m learning not just the history but any folklore people are willing to share.

    Growing up in Staffordshire gave me an opening to learn the Lore. Of not just my village but cannock chase and many other areas.

    I was told “never put rough articles on your blog”. but when you don’t have funds for an editor for your articles where do you go?

    Many indie writers told me once Grammarly but that’s ai isnt it? If anyone has any suggestions please let me know.

    I’m learning and slowly starting to use my own raw writing on this site.

    Have a good day, and to those in war torn areas or going through tough times. blessing and positive thoughts go out to you.

    Please try to stay safe.

    © StormborneLore. Written by Emma for StormborneLore. Not for reproduction. All rights reserved.

     If this spoke to you, please like, share, and subscribe to support our mythic journey.

    I wrote this directly into wordpress so absolutely no editing.

  • 100 Tales from the Halls of Emberhelm 🐉

    100 Tales from the Halls of Emberhelm 🐉


    100 posts. 19 days. 6 tales a day.

    From the first howl on the wind to the firelit feasts of Caernath, StormborneLore now stands tall a living archive of myth, memory, and meaning.

    In these past 19 days, you’ve journeyed through:

    ✨ Poems of Spirit and reflections from wolves, dragons, outcasts, and gods
    🔥 Tales of Hardship and Hope, stories born in darkness, rising toward the light
    🍖 Feasts of the Ancients, recipes inspired by the meals of warriors, crones, and storm-born kings.
    ⚖️ Truths of Our Time articles echoing modern struggles: disability, injustice, survival, and healing

    Each post is more than just a page — it’s a voice from the halls of Emberhelm.

    “When all the world forgets us, we will still sing around the fire.” Taranis Stormborne

    To every reader who’s wandered these halls, thank you. To every warrior, wolf, and flamekeeper yet to come welcome home.

    StormborneLore
    Fiction forged in myth. Truth written in fire.

  • Why I Write and How You Can Support Me

    Why I Write and How You Can Support Me

    A vintage scroll with the words 'Support Through Shares, Not Spend' written in bold, accompanied by a quill and an ink bottle on a wooden surface.
    Support the creative journey of StormborneLore through shares, likes, and engagement.


    StormborneLore is a personal, creative project not a business. It was born from my love of myth, history, and storytelling… and it gives me a way to express myself despite the challenges I face day to day.

    I live with disabilities. I currently receive PIP and LCWRA, which help cover my basic needs. I don’t make any money from this site nor do I expect to in the immediate future.

    But what I do get… is purpose.

    Creating these stories, poems, and legends takes time, effort, research, and heart. And the best way you can support me right now isn’t with money it’s with likes, shares, comments, and follows.

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    A hand giving a thumbs up next to a laptop displaying a fantasy landscape with a dragon and a castle, emphasizing the importance of engagement in creative projects.

    🕯️ Every Click Makes a Difference
    Your engagement whether that’s a like on a post, a follow, or simply sharing my work with others helps me see that what I’m doing matters. It shows me someone is reading. That this world I’m building is seen.

    So if you’ve ever:

    Liked a story or poem

    Shared a link with a friend

    Left a comment

    Subscribed to the blog

    …just know: you’ve already supported me more than you realise.

    Image featuring a text outline titled 'Looking Ahead,' discussing the potential addition of a donation button and outlining various supports needed for basic tools and long-term essentials.
    Looking Ahead: Plans for future support options to enhance StormborneLore.

    🔮 Looking Ahead
    I may eventually add a small donation button (like Buy Me a Coffee) to help with

    Site and hosting costs

    Basic tools like a printer or laptop

    Saving for long-term essentials (not luxury just stability)

    If or when that happens, I’ll be completely transparent and I’ll always keep the content free and accessible to all.

    A digital illustration featuring the text 'Why This Matters' in a vintage font on a parchment background, accompanied by a quill pen and an ink pot.
    A heartfelt message from the creator of StormborneLore, expressing the importance of writing and community support.

    ✍️ Why This Matters
    StormborneLore is my way of contributing something real. I can’t always work in the traditional sense. But I can create. I can write. And with your help, I can keep going.Thank you for reading. Thank you for being here.

    — Emma
    Creator of StormborneLore

    Further Reading

    About the author (update)

  • StormborneLore Hits 50 Posts.

    StormborneLore Hits 50 Posts.

    Join the Celebration!

    We’ve Hit 50 Posts!
    Thank You for Walking the Path of StormborneLore

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    Celebrating 50 posts with a fierce dragon and wolf, representing the adventurous spirit of StormborneLore.

    Today, StormborneLore quietly crossed a threshold: 50 published posts.

    Fifty stories, poems, recipes, and fragments of forgotten myth all stitched together by firelight, exile, and a will to survive.

    Each one shaped by history, hunger, and hope.

    To those who’ve walked with Taranis, wept with Morrigan, watched the storm, or tasted the wild thank you.
    You are part of this.

    If you’ve ever felt like the thirteenth son, the outcast, the cursed or misunderstood these stories are for you.

    💬 Join the Fire
    Have a favourite post? A character or creature you connect with?
    Comment below, or explore the archives:

    📜 Read the Latest Story

    🐉 Meet the Dragons

    🍲 Cook from the Stone Age

    🐺 Walk with the Wolves

    Here’s to the next 50 and to the storm that never forgets its name.


    © Written and created by Emma for StormborneLore. Not for reproduction. All rights reserved.

  • The Healing Flame

    The Healing Flame

    Taranis stood before Drax, his bare feet silent on the cold earth. A soft golden light shimmered around his small hand as he reached up and gently placed it on Drax’s forehead. His voice was quiet, yet steady words none had taught him falling like raindrops from his lips.

    “The dragon and the wolves told me,” he said, eyes glowing faintly with an ancient knowing.

    Lore stepped forward, startled. “The dragons? You mean a tribe, little one?”

    But Taranis did not answer. Instead, Drax stirred, groaning as colour returned to his face. His eyes fluttered open lucid for the first time in moons and the golden glow around Taranis vanished. The boy collapsed into Lore’s arms, suddenly limp but breathing.

    Lore caught him, heart pounding. He looked back at Drax, who now sat up slowly, blinking into the firelight.

    “What were they doing to you, Drax?” Lore asked, still holding his youngest brother close.

    Drax’s voice was hoarse, but calm. “Cleansing the darkness. They say I must walk the coals soon burn the madness away.”

    Lore frowned, tightening his grip on the child. “Well… this little stormborn saved your life. Whatever you believe, that’s truth.”

    Just then, Conan their father, the chief appeared in the doorway, drawn by the strange stillness and the fading light.

    Taranis stirred, his head against Lore’s chest. “My fault, Father,” he murmured in a drowsy voice. “He was hurting… so I fixed it.”

    Father stepped ahead slowly, kneeling before them. His eyes flicking from the barely conscious Drax to the sleeping child in Lore’s arms. His voice was heavy.

    “He’s only one year old… and he’s healing the broken?”

    Lore nodded. “He called it the gift of wolves and dragons.”

    Conan exhaled, rubbing his weathered jaw. “Then we’d best prepare. Whatever storms are coming, they’ll start with him.”

    “You calling the council father?” Drax asked “I will be punished he’s just a child “

    “You have many matters to deal with Drax. little Taranis actions his disobedience to rules not to come here and what ever he did to you will be dealt with in due course a water cleansing, more gathering to keep him from wandering “

    “How do you feel brother?’ Lore asked

    “Clear minded, like what ever was heavy in me is gone. I feel love for the little one shame for wanting him dead. I’m not expecting you to trust me”

    “Trust is earned, ” father said and looked to two men ran. “let him out but no contact with the others no binds this time. I see his food is low let him gather but watch.”

    The men nodded no one other
    a selected group of tribal elders. Had been permitted to talk to my brother for months. Now the discipline was slowly lifting. The men moved their heads indicating for him to move out still not a word broke.

    “Now ostracism starts he outside being watched and we can see him but he can’t interact with us?” Nyx asked

    “Yes if he talks to us or the tribe he will receive harsher punishment. One of which was decided to remove his tongue As I’m not killing my own kin. He either follows the council and gets well or he will remain how he is until he dies” father said with a heavy heart “this is the first time I’ve seen him in months and your mothers not seeing him like that a once big strong man now skin and bones this isn’t just punishment for him but for us “

    I never thought of it like that the cheif and his wife punished for their sons actions. A powerful man within our tribe powerless to protect his son against the elder councils decisions. After a while we carried the little one out and to home. The largest hut of them placing him on his bed.

    That night a meeting was called the elders had demanded with my father. But little Tanaris was still sleeping crying in his sleep and burning up.

    I walked to the edge of our camp “BOLDOLPH WHERE ARE YOU” Lore shouted seeing a giant of a wolf beautiful black like the nights sky with a gold five pointed star and red fiery moon on his chest and red fiery eyes

    Boldolph strode over putting his head in mine nudging it

    “You’re upset young one” Boldolph said his mind connection with mine

    “I am my friend, your the tribes sacred ally. Your wiser than you know but did you tell my brother Taranis how to heal?” Lore asked the wolf

    “I did ” a small grey wolf lowered his front half as if bowing to Boldolph. “I’m sorry sire, I heard the bright one crying and sought to help him. He missed Drax “

    “He hardly knows Drax, father forbade any meeting between them unless Drax was bound and flanked by men. You had no right to interfere silver ” Lore replied


    “He ran straight in to the condemned mans hut. Pure disobedience when I called him to stop. Drax could have killed him but my brother used the chant Drax said its like a heavy weight was lifted. Now Taranis is sick with fever .

    “Your father?” Boldolph asked glancing angry ar the white wolf

    “The tribal elders have called council I’m worried this weakens fathers position. If they lose trust in father, if they consider my baby brother ” Lores voice dropped as he looked to the earth

    Boldolph launched at silver growling and teeth bared ready to rip the older wolf apart but a pure white wolf red five pointed star and gold sun on her chest

    “STOP THIS ” she snapped at the other wolves parted

    “Morrigan it’s an honor to see you again “Conan said kneeling to her level “Boldolph let’s wait for council if my family and I find ourselves displaced then kill silver by all means if it makes you happy”

    TO BE CONTINUED