Living Well While Being Ill

<p>Even as a toddler, I was fascinated with language. I&rsquo;d spend hours sitting cross-legged with piles of colorful flashcards that were meant to teach my brain how to perceive the world and the people within it. I was taught the names of the colors that flooded my mind every time someone spoke. I was taught about all the noble occupations I could choose from one day (and somehow made the grown-ups laugh when I decided I wanted to be a vet, a farmer,&nbsp;<em>and&nbsp;</em>an astronaut). I was taught about opposites. Low, high. Big, small. Smile, frown&hellip;</p> <p>But what if some opposites aren&rsquo;t opposites at all?</p> <p><a href="https://aninjusticemag.com/living-well-while-being-ill-9d4351003879"><strong>Read More</strong></a></p>