Each episode is a letter to the audience. Fragments of thought and heartbeat written in the margins of an ordinary yet impossible life. I am Bailey: a runner training for a 100 mile race, pursuing a PHD in psychology, and living with both BPD and Ehlers-Danlos. Here I leave digital journal entries, philosophical rants, and confessions told into the microphone like unsent letters. Some are to you, some are to myself, some to the ache of existence itself. If you have ever wanted to collapse and keep going all at once, these letters are addressed to you.
Love,
- B.S.
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Each episode is a letter to the audience. Fragments of thought and heartbeat written in the margins of an ordinary yet impossible life. I am Bailey: a runner training for a 100 mile race, pursuing a PHD in psychology, and living with both BPD and Ehlers-Danlos. Here I leave digital journal entries, philosophical rants, and confessions told into the microphone like unsent letters. Some are to you, some are to myself, some to the ache of existence itself. If you have ever wanted to collapse and keep going all at once, these letters are addressed to you.
Love,
- B.S.
How I Got Diagnosed With Two of the World’s Most Painful Chronic Illnesses
Letters From Bailey
25 minutes 10 seconds
2 months ago
How I Got Diagnosed With Two of the World’s Most Painful Chronic Illnesses
I was diagnosed with two of the most painful conditions in the world. This is the story of how I got here, what it feels like to live inside this body, and why I refuse to let pain define me.
Letters From Bailey
Each episode is a letter to the audience. Fragments of thought and heartbeat written in the margins of an ordinary yet impossible life. I am Bailey: a runner training for a 100 mile race, pursuing a PHD in psychology, and living with both BPD and Ehlers-Danlos. Here I leave digital journal entries, philosophical rants, and confessions told into the microphone like unsent letters. Some are to you, some are to myself, some to the ache of existence itself. If you have ever wanted to collapse and keep going all at once, these letters are addressed to you.
Love,
- B.S.
