Stories of my life
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Almost Normal, Whatever That Means
It’s been almost ten days of good days. Like… good good. The kind of days where my brain remembers it has an “articulate” mode and a “focus” button. Where I wake up and don’t feel like a grand piano fell on me overnight. Where the bed doesn’t hold me hostage with the weight of a…
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A Love Letter to the Rare Good Days
Yesterday was my birthday. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to it, no party plans, no balloons, no great expectations. Just another day of trying to keep it together while my body does its unpredictable chronic illness thing. Still, I decided to take the day off. No work, no guilt. Just a quiet promise to focus on…