Mornings Are Negotiations Every morning, I wake up and feel a quiet kind of betrayal. With a dynamic disability, my body, once something I trusted without question, now greets…
Living with chronic illness can feel like being trapped in an endless storm. In this deeply personal essay, I explore how hope — whether in the form of travel, small joys, or quiet moments — helps me find light in the darkest days.
I live in a body that rarely feels like home. Though it belongs to me, it often acts like a stranger—an unwilling companion I never chose but must…