I am disabled but I'm not my disability. Disability is just a little piece of me but it is not my whole personality
She was always fighting a battle but her smile would never tell you so.
I create beautiful art, so I can look back on the life my body fell short of in such a way that it brings me peace.
My name is CRPS, or so they say But I actually go by; a few different names. I was once called causalgia, nearly 150 years ago And then I had a new name It was RSD, apparently so. I went by that name...
If I only could explain How much I miss that precious moment when I was free from the shackles of chronic pain.
Even the littlest things were now a challenge, one I didn't understand.
It's not easy to diagnose because depending where the endometrial deposits are, the symptoms can be quite different. It's an unrecognized problem among teenage girls, and it's something that every you...
Armed with my positive attitude and inherent stubborn nature, I keep my mind focused and my life moving forward. I stop to rest, pout and even cry sometimes, but always, I get back up. Life is giving...
Somewhere inside that hurting body, there is something better, something stronger, something real.
You spend a lot of time thinking about how awful the prison is rather than envisioning your future.
The question is not how to get cured, but how to live.