To: My very own Hidden Disorder
For the longest time, you controlled me.
You held on tightly and wouldn’t let me be.
Six months ago today, I made a choice.
And I now no longer hear your voice.
Our friendly fights are over.
There is now a sense of closure.
My friendly enemy, it’s time to say goodbye
I’m going to shout and fly high.
This is what it looks like to be six-months seizure free!
My Monday reflection: I have a hole in my head, but it’s all right. It’s been filled with seizure free freedom that I’ve longed for and now have.