A PROBLEM IN ONES LIFE

My epilepsy had been a problem for thirty five years of my life, it seemed to rule wherever I went and had cut me deep as a knife. I found it hard to express myself in what I only know, But knowing it all and hiding it all was for me to learn and grow. For we can either share this problem or keep it stored on shelves, as having to share it with the others was putting more confidence into ourselves. I know that epilepsy was just a barrier for me to jump and rise, as rising high from strength to strength could bring the know-it-all back down to size. I lived with it, I breathed with it, it followed me every day I shared with it, I bared with it, it made my hair go grey. I panicked when I got desperate for this to leave my head, but things just seemed to get really worse and had me bed-ridden instead. Alone, I seemed to study what made it tick inside, for me to know and me to grow, I took this thing for a ride. The bike I had, the problem I had is the ride it took with me, the ride that took me straight to hell, made me want to be free. So I remembered the problem and not the sickness is what I've really found, for me to had gained full control and not in a box six feet underground.