There’s a difference between facts…and truth. The fact was:I had sickle cell disease. The fact was:Pain crises were real.Hospital visits…
There’s a difference between facts…and truth. The fact was:I had sickle cell disease. The fact was:Pain crises were real.Hospital visits…
Years ago, my greatest goal was simple:Survive. Survive the crisis.Survive the night.Survive the hospital admission.Survive the next day.Survive the fear.…
I learned very early in life that words are never “just words.” Words carry weight.Words carry atmosphere.Words carry power. Especially…
Growing up, I always felt different. While other children played endlessly…running,jumping,swimming,dancing in the rain,staying outdoors for hours… I had limits.…
Growing up with sickle cell disease changed the way I defined strength. As a child, I thought strength meant running…
One of the loneliest parts of pain is trying to explain it. Especially when the pain is something words cannot…
Some battles are loud. Others are fought quietly behind smiles, makeup, good clothes, laughter, or “I’m fine.” One of the…
There are some lessons life teaches softly… And there are others pain carves into your soul. Before I understood life…Before…