Every brilliant girl who failed to launch knows this feeling:
You can see the heights.
You can see the potential.
But your body refuses to move.
My mind could diagnose medical cases better than my physicians.
I could understand endocrine pathways and write code in the same afternoon.
But I couldn’t get up to fold the darn laundry.
People said, “She’s wasting her talent.”
He said,
“You’re not done. You’re interrupted.”
That sentence has kept me alive more times than I can count.