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Navigating the invisible days when I don’t look ‘sick enough’

There’s a unique kind of pain that doesn’t come from having Huntington’s disease, but rather having to convince people the disease exists. Living with Huntington’s as a Black woman has meant constantly being disbelieved, questioned, and scrutinized. It has meant being invisible in plain sight. My journey with Huntington’s…

Dating with a chronic and terminal illness taught me to value my worth

Dating is already hard enough in this world of ghosting, swiping, and shallow connections. Add a terminal illness like Huntington’s disease into the mix and it becomes a minefield of awkward conversations, emotions, and misunderstandings. In the decade that I’ve been living with Huntington’s disease, I’ve been ghosted,…

The power of telling the truth about your body

There is a quiet rebellion in telling the truth about your body, especially when the world would prefer you stay silent, polished, and palatable. When I was diagnosed with Huntington’s disease, I didn’t know how to talk about what was happening inside me. I had learned, like many of…