I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder after spending almost a week on the brink of a psychotic break following a holotropic breathing workshop.
We looked like doctors from the movies: covered head-to-toe in protective equipment as we walked into the unknown.
A persistent cough that would not go away signaled that something much more serious was going on with my health.
Kenya's El Molo people fight assimilation, the desert heat, and a lack of representation that threaten their shrinking tribe.
Does my vaccination record mean I am free to live life as I knew it before the virus? No.