It started a while ago.
Way before I was actually diagnosed.
My war was fought internally.
My inner demons fought to take control.
The bloodbath that ensued was fierce,
And my internal wounds soon became external.
I fought tirelessly.
Until one day I couldn't anymore.
My body was shattered.
My heart was shattered.
My hope was shattered.
And then, someone came to my rescue.
Someone continued my fight for me.
And when I awoke, I saw the clouds part
And as sunlight streamed in, everything that was shattered suddenly began to heal.
And although the healing was gradual, I felt my spirits rise.
My battles, no matter how tough, have become conquerable again and again by me.
Because not only do I realize that I am strong enough to fight this battle.
I realize that I am not alone in fighting it.
And that I will always have someone there to pick me back up, dust me off, and give me hope.
This is my fight.
This is my battle.
This is my war.