Trying to live is not easy. The world we move through can feel heavy with negativity, and finding people who bring real, meaningful positivity into your life isn’t always simple. I am lucky — I truly am — to have a family that loves and supports me. But somewhere along the way, the person I became found it difficult to rely on them. And if you struggle to rely on the people closest to you, opening up to new people can feel almost impossible. I’ve often been told how happy I was as a child. Sometimes that’s hard to believe, because it feels as though life has slowly consumed so much of that lightness. Life comes with highs and lows, yet we often remember the falls more vividly than the rises. It can be painful to look back and struggle to find the good among the difficult. I’ve been through things that have changed me. My trust in people is at an all-time low. I’ve spent years trying to build friendships with people who genuinely care, and that hasn’t always been easy. Working in the in...
A personal reflection on chronic illness, mental health, and the quiet weight of being the person others rely on. This blog explores grief, identity, and the difficult process of learning to live — not just survive.