A Letter to My Crohn's Disease

You know that I like to write.

Today you have your honor again.

I want to confess to you that you can happen to me, but you do not define me.

When my mind is clouded by logical thoughts, I like to express to you in irregular lines the emotions that overwhelm me.

You taste complacency complacently and wrongly, but the only reason I write to you is because it works therapeutically in me.

Addressing you as if you exist while I am struggling to annihilate you is redemptive.

Immediately after I feel invulnerable.

Today I have set you up in the steepest corner of my mind and I observe you.

You changed me a lot.

You forced me to live in the arms of uncertainty.

I look you straight in the eyes, I confront you.

Today I am strong, because of you I have experienced one by one all my fears.

You are so close to me that I can smell you.

You know I had a hard time accepting you.

I spent so much time struggling to keep you away from me.

I invested in denial, I place between us the right distance and the right pretense.

I denied you countless times even though I recognized you from your look in the mirror.

I was overwhelmed from within.

Υou soaked my eyes, you occupied my body.

You mortgaged my life for no reason.

You trapped me with a loan of hope between before and now and ignored the aftermath.

You crumpled my wings.

I woke up confused, I think confused, I write confused.

Time flies.

I find that everything and everyone goes without asking me.

I know you will think I am strong, I went through a thousand waves to be here.

Every second, I define myself, I realize my existence.

I was angry, I refused, I accepted, I fight.

And because the most important thing in difficult times is to always find a reason to smile, I smiled and touched the scar.

The one that is always there to remind me that I was once received, the one that I found the strength and healed.

What is the strongest proof that although I was received, I fought with all my strength and I succeeded.

What I carry in my body as a precious medal of strength.

The one that will always motivate me with a smile to exorcise my fears and start for the new victory.

Full of stubbornness.

I endure and I do well.

I fight because that's all I learned and I win.

I win and in every victory I stand up.

I have learned to fall and get up.

Every time I reach an end I smile timidly and carve out a new beginning.

There are experiences that are experienced completely alone.

Experiences full of lost days and awkward moments.

A little more and you know I will rise stronger.