Where the World Doesn’t Reach

Illustration of a rosy-cheeked person, with freckles and chin-length, brown hair, wearing small, dangly earrings, a green shirt with a lacy collar and a patchy cardigan. Above them are four coloured blobs. In the purple blob, there is a house with a vine growing from the chimney labelled "first space". In the green blob, there is a desk with stationary and a pot plant on it labelled "second space". In the pink blob there is a tree labelled "third space". In the sage blob, there is a hand holding a mobile phone labelled "fourth space". The background is a very faded photograph of overlapping handwritten notes.

Chronic illness doesn’t just reshape our bodies. It reshapes our timelines, our relationships, our sense of self. It can rob us of the rituals that mark adulthood.

You Can’t Pour From an Empty Cup

Simple illustration of a green teacup with a sleeping face on it, pouring liquid. The background is a very faded photograph of overlapping handwritten notes.

Anna Zhang, a young disabled person, survivor of domestic violence, and a self-confessed former people-pleaser, talks about the importance of inner work and boundaries.