There is a certain time of day I call the in-between.   The sun is still there, and yet it has already begun to descend.   I love this hour because nothing feels final.   Not day. Not evening.   The light shifts. The day exhales.   For a moment, I am not reaching for what comes next.   It feels like crossing time zones midair, where two realities exist at once.   I have lived here before.   Between diagnosis and acceptance. Between goodbye and silence. Between the woman I was and the one I...

Me: Dear Stress, thank you for being such a big part of my life for most of my life. You have helped me to know in my body what feels...