the fiery rush trickles down the side of my neck i wish my vision could clear up so i could see what i have left flashing lights put on a...

I don’t like talking. There, I said it. I absolutely despise speaking. People are generally surprised when I express that I don’t revel...

Sometimes, I like to stop in my tracks and mourn the loss I faced when you faded. I listen to the songs you brainwashed me into associating with the highest, falsest hopes; then, I allow myself to bask in the harsh reality that there isn’t always a justifiable reason to stay faithful. I like to read my old journals and soak up the foul-mouthed, facetious, willfully ignorant coping mechanisms hidden between the blue-grey lines. I find a sickening amount of joy in revisiting th

I still recall the first time I ever had a migraine. To describe it as bizarre would be an understatement. Most people hear the word...

Before I went into the hospital last week, I had this awful feeling that this long awaited stay would end up in another team of doctors...

For the first time in awhile, I think my family and I might have legitimately found a hospital who can help me. The first thing you...

The truth is a complex and scary thing. When I was little, I was horrified of mistruths of all shapes and sizes. Any little white lie...

When I was in kindergarten, a substitute teacher yelled at me for taking too long to eat a snack. Knowing that I had already given myself...

There is a reason you are no longer by my side. Whether choices were made, or the options were stolen from under our noses; we went our...

Generally speaking, the world has almost no grasp on any illness other than a cold. It’s no more than a concept to most. I don’t know...

If I were to rank all of my illnesses from most to least inconvenient (based off of my experiences) POTS would be at the top of the list....

I had to start walking with a cane when I was 12. At home, I didn't mind it. But every time I had to walk through my front door and go...

There’s this greek mythology thing about a girl named Cassandra. She had a gift- the gift to predict the future, namely disasters....

I am ridiculously sensitive to medications. It could be a fibromyalgia or a POTS thing, or possibly it's just a me thing. Whatever it is,...

Below is a revised version of an essay I wrote in December of 2016, shortly before starting online schooling. It's titled Insomniac. It’s...