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I find it very strange that people worry about me being single more than everything else! So maybe this post is dedicated to that lot :) Around the time my health started going south, I was single and almost 30. I remember thinking: Holy cow. Does this mean no boys… ever?! My romantic life started in my teens, and it came in bursts. I’ve experienced it all as somebody’s girlfriend at different points in life — long, slow and steady relationships, intense flash-in-the-pan ones

Living with chronic illness taught me one powerful truth: falling in love with life can happen in the smallest, quietest moments. This is the lesson that changed me.

“What we were speculating might be true,” said the doctor, calm and unflinching. For the first time, I felt humbled by the sheer weight of what was happening. I felt suddenly small, almost invisible in the enormity of it all. The feeling of watching life continue on while mine paused - people laughing, children playing while I was breaking into pieces from inside, felt surreal. Looking back, I can be poetic about it now. But back then, there was no poetry. Only hurt, anger, a