Pain Demands to Be Felt
If my family ends up reading this, I’m sorry in advance, especially to my mom, because she still hates to see me write about pain. But that’s the thing about pain: it demands to be felt.
I’ve Always Wanted to Write—Yet I’ve Never Done It Enough
It’s been a few days since I’ve had “the itch”; that feeling tugging at the ends of my clothes, begging to be noticed. I recognize it, I sympathize with it, then I tend to let it trail by and follow me around for a few days. Today, it’s become a bit too annoying to not notice.
I Loved Helping People so Much that I started to Hate Them
By now I can tell through instinct who’s the healthcare professional that’s been burning with passion to be amongst those hospital walls. I realized I was one when I was about 15 and wanted to help sick people feel better..
The Thing Nobody Tells You About Starting Over
“Two and a half years. A polaroid. A March sun. And the strange, heavy silence of choosing yourself when nothing about living feels like a choice.”