I didn't come into that hospital wrapped in faith. I came in wrapped in symptoms, pain, and a history that made even the bravest nurses tune me out.
When they wheeled me in for that CT scan, I was scared but practical—handing over a list of what I'd been feeling, desperate for someone to connect the dots. But people don't always listen when the story is layered. Trauma sounds disjointed. Pain doesn't always come in a straight line. Continue reading...
