Imagine your favorite pair of shoes. Now, imagine wearing them all day, every day, and they start giving you blisters. Not so great, right? Or think about an uncomfortable bra that just never sits right. For me, my wheelchair is like those shoes or that bra. It’s my exoskeleton, my mode of getting around, and if it’s not comfortable, everything feels off...

I am SO exhausted. Like, can’t-keep-my-eyes-open, running-on-fumes, what's-sleep-even tired. It’s my last semester of college, and the finish line is in sight, but wow, getting there is no joke. Every day feels like a marathon. Papers, projects, presentations – you name it, it’s due. And don’t even get me started on exams. But you know...