
Happy Girl Winter: How to Overcome Seasonal Depressive Disorder

Same Face, Different Brain: Learning to Live with Chronic Pain and Ableism After a Brain Injury
Things have gotten better, but the pain has never truly gone away. And I have had to spend all seven years defending my injury. Defending its existence. To doctors. To strangers. To family. To friends. It never mattered that I had documentation. That anyone who truly knew me could see the change in me, even if they could not describe it. It never mattered; they could not see it…

‘Madness’, Medical Misogyny and Misdiagnoses: The Woes of the Chronically Ill Woman
I would smile and nod along with whatever they said without ever asking questions. I didn’t understand what my mother had been trying to teach me. I let a lot of professionals tell me I was perfectly healthy even though I was struggling because I trusted them to know my body best. I got used to thinking, ‘that’s weird’, and going about my day in situations where most people would rush to a walk-in clinic…