After 23 years of invisible illness, my disease was suddenly, violently visible.
I’m no longer living with a childhood disease. Reflecting on the past few years, I realize there were myriad moments of “I ain’t a kid anymore.” Moments of tears, eye rolls, courage, and laughter.
Questions of identity, courage, and masculinity in the midst of chronic illness.
2016 was war. 2017 was peace. 2018 is euphoria.
Not a big fan of my looks, but the spirit is more important.
When I was deaf and dying and all that, I spent most of my day watching Netflix and writing on this blog. I fantasized about finally being busy again. Fantasized about having seemingly endless energy (I’ve been sick my whole …
The worst year of my life led to the best of my life. I am adamant in my belief that faith was the catalyst for where I am today.