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I wrote poems about wanting to die and filled my sketchbooks with drawings that captured the darkness that was growing inside..... I could relate with it so much. You are stronger than you think. I am glad you are alive and living out the way you always wanted to be. With time, first denial comes and as we keep on fighting back, finally acceptance knocks our door. Be you always.

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Thank you Gurpreet, I am too - finally. It's a strange journey to be on but the only one!

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I can relate so much. I was born with a severe painful chronic illness called Sickle Cell Anemia and I know what it’s like to be in and out of emergency depts and being gaslighted and called an addict because I’m begging for pain relief. Even now, I want to explore medical cannabis but I live with my parents and I know how they feel about “dopeheads”. I know that feeling of worthlessness like no one will ever want me because I come with too many problems, physically and mentally. This story is really inspiring me to share my own and to also take the time to figure out who I am without the hypothyroidism and the sickle cell and the generalized anxiety disorder, etc etc. Thank you for sharing your story, I’m definitely gonna continue reading it.

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