Last week I began to integrate all parts of me, even the one I’m not proud of or excited about. I felt the puzzle pieces falling into place. I felt myself opening up and accepting even my demons. Because my shadows and my light make me who I am. And the harder I try to keep out the parts I don’t want, the more they want to stick. The more I tell myself that “this illness isn’t who I am,” the more it controls my life. The more I try to couch what I do in PC terms, the more fake I sound. Yet the more I say, “yes this sickness is part of who I am” or “I’m a health educator who focuses on sexual health and I’m looking for jobs in education, communication, and program planning” the lighter + freer+ less symptomatic I feel and the more opportunities come my way.