08/07/2025
The Summer They Don’t Write About:
They don’t write books about this kind of summer.
The one spent indoors, under heating pads, exhausted beyond belief and counting medications instead of memories.
The one where “sun-kissed” meant flushed from a vicious flare, and “late nights” meant pain-induced insomnia.
No Cousins Beach. No yearning whirlwind romances. Just the quiet kind of resilience fighting to stay alive, even when your body and mind begged you not to. It’s the kind of character arc that deserves its own novel.
So, maybe this summer wasn’t “The Summer I Turned Pretty” but, it definitely was the summer I somehow survived.
And that deserves to be written, because it’s the most important chapter of all.☀️📙🐚
