You spend a lot of time thinking about how awful the prison is rather than envisioning your future.
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.
The question is not how to get cured, but how to live.
I thought having a chronic illness would make my life detour in ways I didn't want to accept, but I've learnt that have a chronic illness made the only detours that are worth the growth.