My gym oversees the supermarket carpark, which is right near the beach. Being 41 degrees celsius yesterday, beachgoers flooded the carpark. From the treadmill upstairs, I watched a young couple park in a disabled spot, took their time grabbing all their beach gear and walk towards the beach. They were parked there for at least 45 minutes. I don’t know if they had a disability permit but I was peeved that they took the spot away from someone who may have genuinely needed it with their grocery shopping. But I decided to give them the benefit of the doubt. Continue reading “Living With An Invisible Illness”
Bittersweet Diagnosis 