Part 6: Finding Joy in the Cracks of Chaos
Burnt out and barely functioning, I’ve learned joy doesn’t wait for life to get easier. It finds me in bath-time giggles, in golden light, in the first sip of tea. This is how I survive the storm: I gather fragments of light.
Bonus Post: The Strength in Our Scars — Survival Worn With Pride
I used to see my scars as shameful reminders of everything I’d lost. But now, I wear them with pride. From 47 surgeries to chronic pain, medical gaslighting, and years of systemic battles — this is the truth behind the woman still standing. This is what unbreakable really looks like