I Look Fine While Falling Apart

When Looking Fine Hurts: The Philosophy of Being Unseen I look fine. That’s the problem. The cashier at the grocery store rolls her eyes when I ask for a chair. I’m thirty-nine years old. Look healthy. Look normal. But chronic fatigue makes standing in line feel like drowning on dry land. “You’re too young to

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Dr. Google Will See You Now

Online diagnosis feels like control. The internet offers probability without presence—information without wisdom, data without diagnosis. It’s the familiar googling symptoms anxiety that keeps us in limbo.

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The Strangers Who Know My Body

This is medical intimacy—close without being personal. In that examination room, doctor-patient boundaries create a different kind of trust. Professional distance makes care possible while keeping the self intact.

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The Pain That Has No Name

Depression is as biological as diabetes. Anxiety is as chemical as any physical disease. Both are real, both deserve healing—ending mental health stigma.

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The Only Home I’ll Ever Own

But whether I survive this or not, the lesson remains: This body is my only true home. But until then, I’m done being a negligent tenant. Every other home I’ve had, I left behind.

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