Guest Blog: Melissa Corichi

Melissa Corichi is the founder and president of Let it Rot, an organics recycling company that utilizes vermiculture (the raising of worms) to process food and paper based waste. Melissa is a biological chemistry bachelor’s student at Florida Atlantic University’s Harriet Wilkes Honors College and an alum of Palm Beach State College. She also works part time as a Supplemental Instructor for Anatomy and Physiology at Palm Beach State College, where she also co-manages a science based study lab. Melissa has always considered herself an environmental activist. She lived on the urban farming and permaculture cooperative, Passion Vine Farm for 6 months in 2015, cultivating her worm farming skills and learning loads about horticulture and agriculture during that period. Melissa’s business was funded off a grant from Kenan Social Entrepreneurship Foundation as well as prize money she won during FAU’s 2015 Business Plan Competition.

Melissa was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease in 2009 however, her symptoms began in 2007 with her first hospitalization in the summer of 2008.  As a low income Florida resident she has struggled to maintain health insurance due to the former preexisting condition clause and now due to the Medicaid gap created as a result of the governor’s policies. Recently due to her compromised immune system and lack of healthcare she has suffered from shingles, MRSA, eczema, as well as Crohn’s flare ups.

 

I am a person
A human being
I have feelings
I have knowledge
I have dreams
I have a future.
When I go to the hospital all of these statements are torn away from me. I cease to be a person. No one listens to my feelings. One cares how much knowledge I have. I become a problem. I become a case number. I become a file in a computer. My experience is something that can looked up in a book. What I have to say isn’t important, and it’s certainly not right.
I live inside my body. I know every ache and pain that I experience better than anyone else. I can feel my intestines leaking water into my gut. I can hear my stomach gurgle for nourishment. I feel my blood ask for minerals. My body speaks a language. It took me years to be fluent in my body’s language and I am still learning from it every day. 
You.
You approach me and ask me a few questions. The same questions that I’ve already answered twice. I give you the same answers that are already in your computer. You ask me what I need. I tell you what my body has been crying for. I tell you what I know makes me feel better. I tell you the things I do to heal myself. But you only hear what you want to hear. You want to take my identity away. You think you know more than me. You look down from that egoist pedestal and judge. 
I am not an addict, I am not a whore, and I am not making this shit up. 
I am a person
A human being
I have feelings
I have knowledge
I have dreams
I have a future.

 

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