*I don’t know what to say anymore. As doctors, we can’t stop a genocide and we can’t end a famine. We provided a diagnosis - genocide. *

It went like this

A personal post I used to feel very shy to share details about my life in Gaza during the genocide, but today I won’t be shy. I will share only one detail from the immense suffering Gazans endure. When I was displaced from my home in Gaza City to an apartment in Deir al-Balah,

The cost of chronic illness isn’t just physical. It’s losing friends and family. Losing time. Losing dreams. Losing pieces of who you used to be. Losing hobbies. Losing jobs. Losing stability. All while being shamed for not “staying positive.”

Normal, healthy ppl will never be able to grasp the fact that *doing things-anything at all* makes me feel like shit. Everytime. No matter what. I don't have control over it. I'm not choosing to be in bed. I'm purely reacting to a disease state. I'm no longer an autonomous being

After 28 years with ME/CFS, I often see people just beginning the journey …hopeful, devoted, praying, fasting, trying everything. And I stay quiet. Couth. Because I remember being there. Because I know what’s ahead. I’ve lived through the years where nothing works, where

how does everyone’s heart not ache all the time. I just don’t get how the world keeps going.

28 years with ME/CFS. I’ve been mild - where no one believed me. Moderate - where life shrank quietly. Severe - where even sitting up was a loss. Very severe - where I disappeared completely. Couldn’t even whisper. I’ve lived through every version of this disease, while not