By Laura Johnstone When I look in the mirror, I see more than just my reflection. I see scars—two on my neck from when I survived sepsis, and one on my bellybutton that has been with me since birth. These aren’t just marks on my body—they’re the remnants of trauma, of survival, of a storyContinue reading “The Scars That Tell My Story: From Survival to Purpose”
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