she's nothing but the jagged edges of broken glass sometimes it seems like nothing beautiful lasts once she was beautiful, once she was strong but she shattered long before anyone knew what was wrong she was nothing but pieces to cut and to steal she was the winter that needed summer to heal she's only... Continue Reading →
PANS and Me
I was 15 when I was diagnosed with PANS (Pediatric Acute-onset Neuropsychiatric Syndrome), an autoimmune disorder that causes inflammation of the brain--and in turn, an array of seemingly random symptoms. At four, I had my first flare-up. Because of this, I've spent as much of my life as I can remember feeling different, as if... Continue Reading →
A Girl of Broken Glass 