When ‘Normal’ Blood Tests Silence a Woman’s Voice
Three generations of women. The same symptoms. Not one of them was believed.
Three generations of women. The same symptoms. Not one of them was believed.
In a profession that usually frowns on therapists being too human, I chose to let people in — breaking the rules I was taught in my training.
It’s never too early to start living like you’re dying... I came very close to losing everything. Anything after that point felt like a win.
The expectation to always be "strong" left little room for vulnerability, and I knew something had to change.
Accepting my diagnosis and choosing to be visible—living without the fear of judgment and using my story to change the narrative surrounding HIV—is a milestone I am proud of.
Shortly after losing all of my vision, I was forced to navigate my new life as a blind trans woman with very little support, at least to begin with.
I had to unlearn a lot, especially the belief that success looks a certain way, comes at a certain time, or requires permission from anybody but me.
Losing my grandmother to bowel cancer made gut health an unavoidable theme in both my personal and professional life. Whether working with hospital patients, Olympic athletes, or high-performing professionals, everything kept leading back to the gut.
We spend our day working, giving to others and everyone around us, and we don’t ever give to ourselves. But it’s in those midnight hours, in the silence, that your fears creep in.