I was the girl sitting on the sidelines.
I was the teenager accepting the loss of all my dreams to be a wife, mother, and author.
I was the girl looking in the mirror with a single tear slipping down my face, wondering how I could look so normal when everything inside me was screaming in agony.
I was lonely, purposeless, hopeless and . . . tired. Tired of being sick. Tired of flaring. Tired of getting my hopes up. Tired of shame.
And I know I’m not the only one. Maybe that was you—or is ...
Published on March 10, 2024 17:43