Reflection:
This disease doesn’t bite clean.
It gnaws.
Nibbles at my dignity.
Chews on my willpower.
Sucks the marrow out of my peace.
I used to think I had to fight it with bigger weapons.
Now I know: I just need to keep my food clean
and my ass in the chair long enough to let God fight for me.
Still…
Still not biting back.
Still letting go.
Still gnawed, but not gone.