I’m Being Attacked By My Own Body

My femininity is fading, but I refuse to let my disease define me.

Caelyn Grace
May 23, 2020 · 7 min read
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I woke up this morning drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.

Panicking, I untangled myself from my sheets and scrambled to the mirror. Once I realized I still had hair, my pounding chest calmed down, and I collapsed back into bed.