Chatti, who bled uncontrollably for two years due to a tumor, writes a heartfelt, hopeful poem about finally healing from her trauma.
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CLEAR ALL
A few months and many deaths ago, I woke up exhausted, again. Every morning, I felt like I was rebuilding myself from the ground up. Waking up was hard. Getting to my desk to write was hard. Taking care of my body was hard. Remembering the point of it all was hard.