Jaycee Knox

There’s a familiar rumble that can still transport me back to childhood—the sound of a mail truck making its way down the street. As a...

"The person staring back in the mirror wasn't the Jaycee they knew, or even the Jaycee I remembered. A disconnect so profound that even looking in the mirror became impossible. I was imprisoned within a reflection that was no longer my own and I fucking hated it."

For someone like me, who navigates the daily chaos of ADHD, a bleeding disorder that adds another layer of unpredictable challenges, and the heavy weight of anxiety and depression, life often felt like an endless obstacle course.