I was scrolling through TikTok the other day, well, mostly because my body had decided that moving any more than my thumb was a no-go for the afternoon. I was researching whether or not you can make a passive income with chronic illness, and I got hit with another one of those ads. You know…
I stood at the doorway of the playroom yesterday and just stared. There were plastic dinosaurs engaging in what looked like a prehistoric riot, half-finished drawings scattered like confetti, and enough stray Lego pieces to constitute a health and safety hazard. In my before life,…
It’s the most exhausting game of pretend you never asked to play. You’re standing in the middle of a grocery aisle, or maybe at a family BBQ, and on the outside, you look “fine”. You’ve brushed your hair, you’re standing upright, and you might even…
You’ve been the strong one for so long that you don’t even remember what it feels like to lean on someone else. You’re the person everyone calls in a crisis. The one who holds it together when everything falls apart. The one who can handle…
A gentle note before we begin: This post is raw and honest. We’re talking about the darkest days of chronic illness, including thoughts of wanting to give up and unhealthy relationship dynamics. If you aren’t in a place to read this right now, that is…