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Nobody knows how it feels. How living in fear feels. Not knowing my next seizure. How, where and when? Public or private zone? I fear the cruelty of epilepsy. The devil you know better's than an angel you don’t? I bet to differ. This inevitable monster cohabite since childhood. Anxiety haunts me even in parenthood. Nobody knows why and how it feels except God.
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Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
Me, God and Anxiety
Nobody knows how it feels. How living in fear feels. Not knowing my next seizure. How, where and when? Public or private zone? I fear the cruelty of epilepsy. The devil you know better's than an angel you don’t? I bet to differ. This inevitable monster cohabite since childhood. Anxiety haunts me even in parenthood. Nobody knows why and how it feels except God.
Just an expression of it feels waking up in the morning not knowing when my next epileptic seizure will come.
Kideo4life
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31/M/South Africa
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
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