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…
F**k. A profanity I find myself crying out when the pain becomes unbearable. Or after hurting myself after yet another fall. It’s a word that perfectly encapsulates the…