Every chronic illness has a beginning. Mine always starts the same way—with impossible fatigue, brain fog, and the stubborn hope that maybe this time it will simply disappear on its own.
Thoughts from the edge of ordinary
Tag: personal essay
Dear Void, Of course. Of course this is the day I get pulled over. A day where I already do not want to participate. Where…
The American Dream was never what it seemed. In a world unraveling under its own weight, we’re left asking: what now? This is a reflection on suffering, belief, and the stubborn hope that humanity might still find its way back to something real.