Surviving Winter with Chronic Illness

A complicated body craving rest and comfort during an uncomfortable season.

I become feral, animalistic in my pursuits. My mornings become long, drawn out affairs wrapped in heating blankets, endearing my muscles to the idea of withstanding gravity through gentle movement, encouraging bones to slide softly into sockets from where they’ve slipped during the laxity of sleep. My eyes beg for moisture, the dawn akin to a brilliant …