Jennifer Starzec

All of a sudden, my right hand was dead, unplugged, and my left was definitely not working right.

A blur. That__ what it felt like to me

Before I knew it, I was once again being whisked down the hallways at the new hospital into an even bigger room, one that, unbeknownst to me, would be my home for what would feel like a long, long time.

What if...the doctors couldn't find anything wrong? What if I was over-exaggerating the pain, weakness, and weird sensations?

As I sat up I turned my head to the side, but immediately straightened it again when I felt a sharp pain shoot through my neck.

I often wished that more people understood the invisible side of things. Even the people who seemed to understand, didn't really.

People who don't see you every day have a hard time understanding how on some days--good days--you can run three miles, but can barely walk across the parking lot on other days,' [my mom] said quietly.

The weekend was a much-needed breath of fresh air; Monday always seemed to not only take that breath right back, but add a few extra pounds to my shoulders as well.

I could feel the bite of the autumn air, warning us all of the harsh winter that was on its way.