Stories from the intersection of chronic illness and creativity.

"The sweetness that turns bitter, awoken to their chatter." — Chelsey Miguel, Bitter Sweet "Well, what can I do? I can muster nothing but laughter." — Chelsey Miguel, Bitter Sweet "How I wish I could hold her." — Chelsey Miguel, Belated "Even though you are surrounded by bleakness, I'm unable to comprehend your laughter." — Chelsey Miguel, Aftertaste "The sweetness that turns bitter, awoken to their chatter." — Chelsey Miguel, Bitter Sweet "Well, what can I do? I can muster nothing but laughter." — Chelsey Miguel, Bitter Sweet "How I wish I could hold her." — Chelsey Miguel, Belated "Even though you are surrounded by bleakness, I'm unable to comprehend your laughter." — Chelsey Miguel, Aftertaste