disability

I feel like an absolute burden on my family, and whilst I know they don't resent having to help me, it does limit their freedom.

My shame ran so deep that I couldn’t admit to myself that I had a disability, even when it impeded my studies and my social experience.

There are so many little things I never thought about before I lost the ability to do them. Pain is fluid. It seeps into every crack and corner.

I start each day by drawing two cards for guidance, and then further consulting the deck. Last fall, tarot cards saved my life.

The clothes I wear allow others to see beyond my stutter, encouraging them to discard any negative connotations they might have about my disability.

It’s helpful if you talk to your disabled loved ones to see what works for them. My family and friends have always been great at figuring out accessibility.

Leigh Bardugo isn’t just an incredible writer; she’s also an incredible person, not least because she writes very diverse stories that give readers the gift of representation.

My only regret is that I wasted nearly 40 years trying to bend my chronically ill body to an imaginary idea of perfection.