Not a day goes by that I can stand it, yet I encounter it everyday. “Why me?!” I cry out most times because I don’t understand. What did I do that was so wrong that I am punished every single day by an invisible assassin? I’ve spent years battling my enemy, but never had a name. Yet, now that I have had a clinical label put on it, does it make it any easier? Hell no. It’s like knowing the name of your bully. Yes it’s nice to be able to call him by his true identity, but it doesn’t make his attacks hurt any less. I can’t take it. It ruins every aspect of my life. I have missed out on so many experiences and have let it control me for so long. I’m told to fight and fight, but its so difficult when I’m so wounded. When will it back down? When do I get to be in control? When do I finally get to be at peace and live my life without its menacing grip?