I’m at the risk of repeating myself. I basically wrote this exact thing a year ago when Stella Young died. But it comes up for me time and again. I hate being Continue Reading →
At my high school, attention-seeking was up there with the other two worst things you could be accused of, which were being frigid or being a slut. We were not encouraged to express any Continue Reading →
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my prognosis lately. Like most disabilities and illnesses, how things progress is individual and uncertain. But if it all goes downhill, I want to Continue Reading →
A new study has linked depression with a 30% increase in inflammation in the brain. That’s kinda massive.
TWs. I’ve been thinking about the fight for the right to die. To me, it’s become a question about the right to live.