Hannah Crazyhawk

It is a tremendous book, a balm to my heart, and a piercing cry for those of us left alone to die. The words imbued in these pages are...

I always feel pressure to post aesthetic photos that are perfectly executed to appeal to the artist’s eye. However, I can’t take those...

I wish I could have gone to medical school. I would have chosen dermatology, surgery, or palliative care. Instead, I’m barely keeping...

Burning Alive

Content Warning: Trauma - CPTSD I’ve recognized something about myself recently, and it’s making me really sad. When I’m with others or...

Today was absolute shit, except for a small window of time in Starbucks. After my oncology appointment, I had to pick up a prescription....

So many new diagnoses. My out-of-pocket expenses continue to grow. The amount of skin care products and treatments I need is endless....

Today brought to you by exuding wounds breaching hydrocolloid dressings. I had a deroofing surgery for my hidradenitis suppurativa on my...

As evening arrived, gentle snow began to fall on the treetops. The dark soon followed but with a blanket of silent snowfall. You've just...

It's time for doctors of patients with Hidradenitis Suppurativa to listen to their patient's needs for pain control. Dismissing, blaming,...

I detest hidradenitis suppurativa. It's killing me from the inside out and there is nothing I can do but watch helplessly while my flesh...

I have great news. I'm moving to Portland next week for my health and safety. I wish I could have made this update sooner, but I've been...

Today brought to you by endometriosis, menstruation, and a baseball-sized ovarian cyst clawing its way out of me. So, I'm laying as still...

I want to share some excellent news with you. I've been receiving cranial massage therapy for a month now. It is the only thing that has...

So, there's a Spotify Playlist called "Y2K." I like it and must admit I miss the time when we were hoarding water and essentials for the...

Too many falls I've watched from this bed Too many days lost To the pain To the fatigue To the remains I mourn alone In this gilded cage

I was dreaming of hearing a young girl crying and screaming. I found her in a maze. She was clutching the right side of her bloodied face...