Peeling the Onion
A story about healing—one layer at a time
It was a blustery December night in 1991. I was playing pool with my boyfriend in his parents' garage—smoking Camel cigarettes and...
Graduation was just around the corner, and I had one thing on my mind—to move to the city and become a hairstylist. It was a dream I’d had...
When I woke up the next morning, something was undeniably different. I still felt sick and scared, but I didn't feel alone anymore. As relieving...
Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe not... Shortly after my “surrender” and reading Bernie’s book, I started feeling a little better. The intense...
For the first time in over two years, I felt like I was making headway. I finally had the energy to finish my correspondence courses—sketching...
It was December of 1995, four years after the day I first got sick. In some ways, I was still progressing. I had doubled my...
A string of bells jingled when we opened the door, announcing our arrival. My heart raced, and my stomach tightened, and I...
I had another chance to live, and I was willing to do anything to make the most of it. In the fall of '96, I took the plunge and officially applied for...
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