An Anthem for People with Disabilities, Especially Autoimmune Warriors. This one’s for us – the fighters, the warriors, the survivors. The ones carrying invisible battles that others can’t see. The ones who wake up every day and choose to show up, even when nothing about life is guaranteed. Some mornings,
Living with an autoimmune condition is like playing a game where the rules change daily – without warning. For years, I struggled with things that didn’t make sense. Why couldn’t I catch a ball? Why did stairs feel like mountains? Why was my right foot hesitant to move? And the
When “Normal” Wasn’t Normal For years, I did what I always did – I pushed through. I showed up. I delivered. Hustle wasn’t optional; it’s how I operate. But something was off. Skipping evening events after a long workday? I wasn’t being antisocial – I was spent. Completely, utterly drained
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