The Fight Narrative

i hated the idea that i was going to be at war with my brain because i had spent months and years kissing it. War was not for me. A body is not a battlefield. Gratitude became the tool that helped me re structure my vision of illness and disability when the world was telling me i should fight it. Instead, instead of thinking about if i would be able to kids one day, i thought of how amazing it was that my brain, despite its trama, was able to deliver the perfect amount of hormons to my body to produce enough eggs to say for a later date.