I held it together, that is until I reached my car. Tears streamed down my face, but I turned away out of embarrassment, hoping no one saw. It finally set in. The decisions I made months ago were right at the time, but why did I suddenly feel sad? I started to question why I decided to let go of some of the areas in my life I thought were fulfilling. It didn't make sense to me. I should be excited for what's coming later this year. I was smiling more in the early spring as I

The silk pink ribbons wrapped around my ankles. I stood with my shoulders down, one hand gently placed on the wooden barre at the studio. I tried to go fully onto the toe box of my pointe shoes, but my feet still hurt. The pain continued as I proceeded to follow the instructed steps. What should have been more simple felt impossible for my body. I was only seventeen, had already danced en pointe for over a year. Though turns and combinations in center I never could master. An

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