// by Brianna Albers
As someone whose experiences range from anxiety to ableism, I struggle to find acceptance in this cruel and relentless world. My disability, while certainly kinder than other neurological disorders, has left my body not unlike an apocalyptic wasteland: I’ve never been able to walk, and am unable to complete menial tasks, like bathing and feeding myself. The people around me are, to varying degrees, repulsed, driven by a mindless curiosity. This alienation left me vulnerable, uncertain, at a young age. With time, I have learned to accept and love the parts of myself that are “inhuman,” but the act of marginalization has bled me dry. Still, I press forward, in search of – something. Tenderness, maybe. These are some of the places I’ve found light.