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When I got sick five years ago, my birthday became synonymous with hospitals. One year I had internal bleeding so bad, I was a millimeter’s measurement from urgently needing blood transfusions. Then there was the year I got a spinal tap and it took six jabs to finally get it right. Another year, I got…
185 days ago, give or take it’s been about six months, I legit thought I was going to die of a broken heart. January 29, 2018 will forever be a day I’ll remember, because it changed the trajectory of my life forever. Two weeks from then we were supposed to get engaged (or thereabouts). A…
Living with a chronic illness is something I wish I could explain in 150 characters or less; but the reality is it’s something that affects my life in varying degrees, depending on the day. The last several days have been, on a scale of one to ten, almost a seven (with ten being in the…
No one tells you you’re going to lose your mind. Like, literally. Lately, I’ve felt like I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached, because studying from early morning until almost midnight every night has started to take its toll on me. I have to pencil in time for exercise, food, and sleep, otherwise time…
Read more Thoughts | The Truth About Studying for the Bar Exam
As an almost law school graduate, it’s pretty much intuitive for me to ask (about almost anything) if something comes with a guarantee. Amazon purchase – can I return it if I don’t like it or it doesn’t fit or whatever? A dish at a restaurant – can I send it back if it’s not…
Three months ago I got a phone call that would forever alter the trajectory of my story. I was days away from being engaged to someone who I thought was going to be my forever, only to have that future shattered in an instant. Fast-forward to today and I can honestly say that the pain…
Navigating life after a long-term relationship is something I’d never wish upon anyone. It left me feeling so inexplicably empty and without a sense of identity; I honestly thought I’d never recover. You forget you’re your own person because you’ve become so consumed with putting someone else’s needs before your own (and that’s not a…
