I’ve spent my whole life being invited everywhere while secretly plotting my escape route to the nearest quiet corner with a book. Then sarcoidosis showed up, and suddenly everyone has Opinions about what “support” should look like. Here’s the thing: I don’t need a crowd. I need calm, a steady hand to hold, and enough peace to breathe.
The Accidental Popular Loner: Why Sarcoidosis Didn’t Make Me Need a Crowd
