Trigger Warning: Blog post mentions instances of sexual assault and abuse. I saw the post above earlier this morning. It was shared by a friend of mine. I sat back and thought about it. She is right. Her story is not mine to tell. But I can share some of mine. #ChronicallyWriting here. Today's blog is about every woman you know. Every woman who has looked at this picture and recalled their own experiences. Mine began at home. My parents were not emotionally mature. Both had e

Trigger warning: mentions of abuse, racism, colonialism, etc. Some views are weak counterpoints to the point of the narrative. There has always been a fight between what is considered good and evil. But when the two are intertwined with each other, we need the voices who matter. In the US, it is supposed to be for the people, by the people and of the people. So, where are those voices? #ChronicallyWriting here. And today's post isn't about left or right. It's about us. It's a

Some days, it's tough to show a smile. There is a huge mask on my face and I am walking around, helping others and lending a shoulder or a hand. It does not take a lot to be kind to others. There are so many hurting people in the world. Somebody has to remember their stories. But for the traumatized person, there is no such thing as saving grace for yourself. Your story does not matter. Everybody deserves better except for you. Anything you can do to help is our only role in

This might be a little angry in tone, everyone. But seriously... I think a lot of disabled people can relate to this. Being told to be grateful for what we have and what is available for us to use. Like it's special treatment in allowing others to participate in society. Like it's their fault that special things were put into place. That their set of standards are always the norm and we have to be judged by them. #ChronicallyWriting here. And today, we are exploring a common

It's always said that it's lonely at the top of the mountain. It's the same with chronic illness. Our world becomes our illness because each day depends on how you feel. While I cannot fall back on that as much as others (because I have nobody else except my husband and he too is disabled), this #ChronicallyWriting will tell you how tough that part is...and how hope sometimes comes unexpectedly. These days, with the unpredictability of my illnesses, I like staying close to ho

Chronic illnesses are often invisible. Many people can look normal by talking and walking. For all you know, it's taking all of their...

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