HID MY FACE FOR YEARS—UNTIL THE I DAY THEY HANDED ME THAT MEDAL
I used to stare at the bathroom mirror and not recognize the guy looking back. After the blast, everything changed—my face, my voice, the way strangers looked at me. I couldn’t eat right for months. I couldn’t sleep. People avoided eye contact or gave me that pity smile that stings worse than a slap. At … Read more