You’re an old friend. Almost as old as me. Been living with you since I suffered a bout of pneumonia, a few months right after my birth.
It’s not an easy relationship — you can be intense and overwhelming and leave me gasping for breath!
But like love and pain, like life and death — there is a bright side even to you, dark monster. Each breath after an episode feels like grace, faces I love appear more beautiful and spring flowers look brighter than ever before.
Every time I escape your stranglehold, life asserts itself with greater force. You batter my body, but set my soul free.
I will not fear you, my friend.
This post is the first in a series of 26 posts that I will be writing throughout the month of April as part of the A to Z challenge 2016.