disability

In the bleak winter that is life with a chronic illness, it is hard to remember that there is, in fact, a spring. The snow begins to melt, and flowers do actually bloom. Good things can actually happen in the midst of a struggle. And I have known a great struggle over the past three and a half years. I became sick very suddenly just weeks before my twenty sixth birthday and went downhill fast. I struggled with finding doctors who took me seriously and being misdiagnosed and…