Emily Richey is a graduate of Pace University NYC. She has written and edited for multiple online platforms, including Love What Matters. She spends her free time petting stray cats.

Emily Richey is a graduate of Pace University NYC. She has written and edited for multiple online platforms, including Love What Matters. She spends her free time petting stray cats.
“I’d stay in the same clothes for days and shower once a week. My hair was never brushed. ‘I’ll never let it get this bad again.’ I was disgusted with myself.”
“I was under the impression I’d met my quota and wouldn’t have to endure something that painful ever again. One morning, my left foot started dragging behind me. I was petrified.”
“Suddenly pain started. I felt a clot and a little relief. The bed, my jacket, and my underwear were all soiled.”
“At 16 months old, I watched her vomit all over herself from chemo and go back to smiling. Maybe it’s a metaphor for how messy life is: clean it up and get back to what makes you happy.”
“I went for car drives and SCREAMED. I felt so much bitterness and anger. No one could tell us how long she’d live. Maybe just a few more hours, maybe months… we had no idea.”
“I mourned the potential loss of a forever family. My heart was double aching for the loving home I knew we could provide a child in need.”
“‘We just don’t know what to do.’ They thought I’d never be able to walk, run, or have normal brain function. I HAD to believe in myself.”
“It hit us like a ton of bricks. For every biological child we had, there’d be one less child we’d be able to pull out of the system. It pushed us forward to finish the race.”
“Over the following weeks, fishing clumps of hair from the drain became part of my routine. People commented, ‘What a waste of a body.’ This disease isn’t cruel, the stigma is.”
“The bad seemed to outweigh the good. Hospital stays, lung transplants, endless medications, isolation. The first thing her team said was, ‘Don’t believe anything you read online.'”