We all look at life from different perspectives. With different histories. With different destinations. My perspecitve isn’t special anymore than anyone else’s. It’s just mine.

I am a 27 year old wife, daughter, sister, aunt. I am a full-time student. I am an adult living with chronic pain. I am the survivor of an eating disorder. I’m a cat owner. I’m a brain surgery survivor. I’m a “retired” teacher.

I’m on a journey.

The destination remains to be seen.

The road is rough. It has been full of hurdles, it has been full of detours, pain, medications and tears.

But it is my journey, and this is my story. The story of a 27 year old chronic pain sufferer, brain surgery survivor, married to a doctor, fighting against the odds. Succeeding in the face of people who say that success is impossible. Continuing to fight when I’ve been told to give in.

My journey is one of pain and fear and complication. It is one that is lived out quietly by men and women who manage each day in the face of pain. It is one that so often doesn’t have a real voice, it is one that is overlooked because it isn’t always easy to watch or easy to listen to, it’s not always pretty. It is a journey that is even more difficult to live through, to survive.

It’s easy to overlook my journey because it doesn’t take place in the limelight. It takes place in the quiet struggles of making it through each day, overcoming each hurdle, managing each obstacle. It is in the small victories that go unnoticed, the big challenges that are conquered.

My story is one of perseverance. It is one of survival.

Mine is the journey of succeeding, against all odds, against all bets. It is the story of hope.

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