Dear "Alien,"
Thank you for invading my head. You have made it abundantly clear to me that every day on this planet should be cherished for what it's worth. After a year of co-existing with you, I've come to realize that nothing is worth the time, energy, stress, sadness or anger if you don't have your health. I've learned not to hate you, although I am working on dealing with you.
You were a sneaky bastard who snuck up like an unwelcome house guest who throws their suitcase down for an indefinite stay. I'm annoyed by the chemical dependency you have made me succumb too, the routine pricks of needles, and the feeling of being abducted as super charged magnets hover over my head, photographing your comfy new habitat. However, the mere fact that we are able to coexist thus far--- is a blessing. Hence the reason I often don't tell people about your existence or my frustrations or my worries that you may one day outgrow your space.
There's always someone else out there fighting a battle. A battle far worse. A battle where coexisting isn't always a possibility. At the end of the day--I'm blessed. Don't get too comfortable though--because I still want to kick your @ss.
