Hello and welcome to a new week at Humbly Courageous. I’m glad you are here! With each passing year, the walls I built around myself become taller, thicker, less penatrable. The construction of my walls began when I was young, having a lot of surgeries. The scariest times were when I had to part from my parents, and be wheeled to the operating room surrounded by strangers wearing masks. It was such a terrifying experience for me. Although most were kind once back there, it was a place of unknowns. I was completely at their mercy. Also, knowing I’d wake up in horrible pain and completely immobile was equally as frightening to me. Not to mention, I was also always violently ill, sometimes for days, after anesthesia. I began constructing these walls because it felt like a barrier of protection that I needed with me at all times. I didn’t want to trust just anyone. It felt like doctors were against me because they could never help my physical condition. They couldn’t even name it. Every en...