I was alone in my flower shop, surrounded by a rainbow of fresh flowers and bright orange walls. The warm summer sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling window. Despite the beauty of my surroundings, my mind was at the bottom of a deep, black pit, and I was struggling to get out. My life felt devoid of happiness. Ever since I was diagnosed as gene positive for Huntington’s disease (HD), I’d done everything I could to avoid being alone, but…

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