An ever-changing journey

I've been enjoying attending music festivals for about 7 years now, and that is apparently a good enough amount of time to judge how much my disease has progressed over the years. Music festivals are exhausting, especially camping ones. They involve long days of walking, standing, and dancing, typically in heat if the festival takes … Continue reading An ever-changing journey →

A healing process

When I was elementary school age, I wrote a letter to Santa on Christmas Eve wishing for my foot to be "normal." I asked for that and only that because I wanted it so fiercely. I wrote this letter alone in my room and left it by the fireplace on Christmas Eve. I didn't speak … Continue reading A healing process →