Four Years Later – Here I Am
Four years ago tonight, I was fighting for my life. Last year I wrote a reflection piece, and I wanted to do another one to see how far I’ve come. Approaching The Date This year I didn’t dread the date as
Four years ago tonight, I was fighting for my life. Last year I wrote a reflection piece, and I wanted to do another one to see how far I’ve come. Approaching The Date This year I didn’t dread the date as
No one told me that after I shared my story, people wouldn’t be able to look me in the eye. They would look just past my shoulder, or down at their shoes, or duck to avoid me. They would mumble