Seven Years Ago, I Walked Myself Into Resurrection

There are chapters we never choose, but they choose us. Seven years ago, I was walking around with death tapping on my shoulder, and no one could hear it but me. This is not just a story about illness— it's about intuition. The terrifying silence of being dismissed. And the sacred roar of deciding to save yourself. This is how I almost became a ghost. And why I'll never stop speaking for the living. Continue reading...