Last year, I was taking an online course for Child Life. Now, I'm applying for graduate school. So much has changed. I recently wrote a blog post for my friend Sara, where I shared briefly of the struggles I've been facing. It's hard to let a dream go, especially one that I've held onto since I was a teenager. Honestly, there have been movements of tears as it's now how I wanted to start the year. I thought that I would be finalizing an application for potential internships,

This is for the chronic illness warrior who worries they’ll be alone forever. This is for the single and sick person who wonders how to advocate for themselves. This is for the chronically ill adult trying to balance independence with needing help. You are not alone.  That’s why I’m so excited to be speaking on a panel this month about navigating sickness when you’re single. I’m joining two other chronically ill Christians who themselves are navigating long term health challe

A lady approached me at Target. I was browsing the clothing sections, when I quietly heard "excuse me." coming nearby. I assumed she was trying to walk by, but that wasn't the case. I rarely go shopping. But, when I do, I usually have a list and know exactly what I'm looking forward. This is because of the severity of pain and fatigue I experience when walking. If I'm on my feet too long (even as little as ten minutes), I may not be able to do as much the next few days. But,

When I was nineteen, I participated in a research study on chronic pain and art.   It was conducted remotely through a university in California. The topic interested me as someone who lives with chronic pain and is passionate about the arts. From there, I sent a brief email to one of the students in the psychology department.  After some emails back and forth on scheduling, I had a short interview. This was one of the first times I shared openly about my CMT with someone that