Working

Eyes are working
Ears are working
Arms are working
Speech is working

I am grateful, but other things aren’t working.

What now?

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Point blank, it’s hard living with a disability, invisible or visible, external or internal. It took a while for me to understand and swallow that pill that having epilepsy is going to stay with me forever. I just didn’t want to accept it.

However, epilepsy itself isn’t where this poem hits the target for me. It’s the anxiety, sad feelings, bad thoughts, and anything else that makes me look at the negatives of what my life could be in the future while having this condition. Of course I’m grateful for all the other aspects of my life being healthy, but when one thing feels it isn’t “working”, it can take away that gratefulness and turn it into bitterness.

Throughout my journey with blog, I’ll uncover more and more about this aspect of my life (as the poem reflection sees fit). For today, things are working for me as best as they can be, and I’m proud of that.