Its been 12 years since the diagnosis, and while I understand my illness better, I still cant pin it down. I still want a magic bullet and I am still vulnerable to looking for an out-and-out cure. I still struggle to live and function without pathologizing myself. That right there is the power of stigma, people. I want a narrative of healing, but it comes in waves and vanishes and returns at will. My narrative involves healing, but even more so, my very act of navigating the world is an act of resistance. I am not your miracle or success story to cry tears of joy over. Nor am I a tragedy to cry tears of pity over. Im just me.
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 01:25:13 +0000
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