A fractured soul is a broken one. For some of us, from the moment we are born, living in our own skin feels raw and irreparable.
Living with restricted airways, our mental and physical effects are heightened; we feel as if we are suffocating without any air to breathe.
We are born imprisoned in our bodies, and while we live with the repercussions for life, our parents live with the guilt. As a woman born with a physical craniofacial disability known as Treacher Collins syndrome, I experienced a lack of identity along with the diagnosis.
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