Maybe I Should Stop Writing This Column

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I don’t want to write this column.

OK, for the sake of my editors, let’s be clear: I love this column and this company and this job. I am so lucky to have it, and I honestly can’t imagine how I’d get through parts of life without a consistent sense of purpose and a paycheck. But even though I hope to keep doing it for years to come, sometimes I don’t want to write it.

It’s not because I don’t feel well and the idea of sitting at a laptop while my back aches or my Pseudomonas swell feels less than dreamy. (Though that’s sometimes mildly true, it’s never a determent.) It’s because I don’t want to be known as The CF Girl.

I get it. Who writes a CF column for a CF website and doesn’t want to be known as The CF Girl? Me. Obviously, the answer is me. (Also, people who need purpose and paychecks.)

Although my column is most often about life “in the grey” amid more “black and white” cystic fibrosis presentations, or how I didn’t grow up with scars and somatic blues like many others, it’s also about life with sickness. And that’s the one thing I don’t want.

I don’t want to be so boxed in by bacteria bureaucracy that my words begin to feel like a banal bromide to the reader (that’s two different and definitely redundant words for “cliché”). I love this job, but I can’t help but wonder how many people think, “Shut up about the sick stuff!” And I can’t say I disagree with them.

I don’t want to write about it all the time, either. I want to live it even less. It is not an identity piece, you see. But it ia part of me (literally), and I can’t pretend it away for fear of becoming a sesquipedalian trope (that’s somewhat fancy for “pretentious”).

Current photo of who I used to be and hope to be again (plus pants). (Courtesy of Carousel Pictures)

I think, “I’ll stop writing about health and healing the day healing actually happens.” But is that just another way of havering in a safe place? Has sickness become both my safe space and the space that hurts the most?

No one can criticize the Sick Girl. (OK, they can and do, but they look extra rude for doing it.) No one can say, “Well, her talent is terrible, but man, she sure is brave.” (They’ve actually said that, too, but somehow it’s easier to ignore.)

I would have never written this particular column a year ago — the one you’re reading now. I had no time to issue narcissistic sentimentalities like “What is my legacy?” or “Is this all I offer the world?” or “Is this the hardest thing I’m ever going to do besides trying not to poop blood for a couple days?”

I didn’t have time to worry if my writing gig was becoming outmoded because I was too busy thinking, “How can Kayla get from stage right to stage left without gassing out?” or “How can Kayla point her left foot while flexing her right foot, even though it feels so nonsensical?” (Our dance company has a lot of Kaylas.)

Although I’ve tried to find other writing jobs since the beginning of the pandemic (which paused my purpose, as you can clearly see), none have panned out. And I want one. I want more. I want to be more than The CF Girl — because I’m not sure I ever really was her to begin with.

Wishing I could let my hair down, but in an artistic, on-camera sort of way. (Courtesy of Carousel Pictures)

Being stuck in the grey is harder than I ever thought it would be, and even though I want to be brutally honest, I feel like a liar most of the time. (Also, remember when I said sesquipedalian was another way of saying pretentious? I sort of lied. It’s also another way of saying long-winded, but I thought the former was more flattering.)

I’m lying by saying “simply surviving” is enough for me to thrive. It’s good to be alive, and that’s always the goal, but living would be better. We all define living differently, and we all know what it is after it’s happened, but this — whether it hurts my own feelings or not — is not always it.

I’m not going to stop writing, of course. This title? Total clickbait. (See? Maybe I’m not that bad at this column thing, after all.) And I’m not going to stop advocating and educating whenever possible, either.

But how do I define myself within something that so often defines me? How do I keep writing about sickness without becoming the topic itself? How do I move past the Deaf dancer and bionic ballerina and pseudo Pseudomonas and just be … well, whatever I’d be without those things?

Am I anything without those things?

The only way to find an answer is to keep asking.


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Ralph avatar


I relate with your experience a great deal. The balance between being an advocate for something you are passionate about vs. being an advocate for something you feel obligated towards is a very tricky business. Not that we can't be both passionate and obligated towards a cause but in the case of chronic illness, I feel like we are obligated first and foremost. We are a "hesitant hero" on behalf of ourselves and others with similar challenges and there is a definite weight associated with it. We yearn to be free from that weight of necessity, and pursue our desires without limits, without boundaries.

Kathy avatar


Bailey, thank you for the clickbait. There are so many of us that read your column, but never take the time to comment or may not be sure of how to properly express our gratitude. Your columns help most of us feel less isolated. I have two super rare mutations and share your thoughts on so many issues. You are clearly a multi-talented young lady who just happens to have CF. Although the infections and other associated maladies may claim your time and make you feel like you have lost your identity otherwise, YOU are still in there being you. And, a strikingly beautiful you as well. If you have never considered modeling, maybe you should add that to your resume' as well. Enjoy your beauty now. I am a 50 year OLD gray-haired has been (and I'm so thankful to have lived this far). Please enjoy all the fruits of your youth as much as you possibly can - the ability to move freely, think clearly and concisely (for work) and light up the world. I'm still stubborn as a mule and 'Live and kicking, but it "ain't like it used to be!" Thanks again for sharing your talents for the masses.

Marsha Hartman avatar

Marsha Hartman

I am hoping you continue to write about C/F . I am a 63 year old Mother who gave 24 years of her life to keep my son ( Michael Hartman ) alive ! Michael was almost 3 Months old when he was diagnosed with C/F . He lived a wonderful life . Michael told me many times Mom I am too busy living life to think about dying ! Michael lived to Graduate from High School and get a full scholarship to GIT in LA . This was a Music School in LA . Michael was born and lived in Marion Indiana till his 18 Birthday . He arrived in LA and completed his year at GIT . After this he met his first love and they were Married . Michael passed on July 6th 2000 living a huge 15 years more than the Doctors told him he would . Keep the info going for those who have C/F and will always a huge heart concerning this disease . Sincerely Marsha Hartman ( Michaels Mother ) *

Bailey Vincent avatar

Bailey Vincent

Marsha, thank you so much for sharing the memories of your son. I appreciate this so enormously. Would you mind if I post a screen capture of this comment (without your name visible) on my Instagram story to share his story with more people? I was so moved by this. Thank you Michael's Mother. I'm honored to read your words


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