A Distant and Almost Sweet Memory

The end of normalcy and at the beginning of what felt like the end is where this entry starts. It was two-months after my diagnoses. I was confused and angry. I didn’t know what to do or what to expect. I just knew that life wouldn’t be the same. Looking back at my 20-year-old self, I wishContinue reading “A Distant and Almost Sweet Memory”

Social Butterfly

I’m quiet, if not at least soft spoken. It’s not that I don’t want to get to know you, and it’s not that I don’t care. I fear the confusion and alarm that I might bring. Five years ago, I’d smile brightly and tell you my name. I would even ask you to join meContinue reading “Social Butterfly”