For as long as I can remember, people have asked me one variation or another of the question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Well, guess what? I’m twenty-one now. I’m a legal adult, and I’m not pursuing any career that I dreamed of doing as a child. I’m not in college either; in fact, I haven’t been in any formal classroom since age fourteen. The truth is that I spend the majority of my time in bed battling severe chronic illnesses and have lived a life of suffering from nausea, headaches, brain fog, fatigue, and pain, along with dozens of other symptoms, for over seven years.