It crawls in my skin, slithers and waits to be revealed. Fifty pounds of added weight. Pain, emotionally and physically. It’s an advantage, but how? I use it as a resource. A resource for adrenaline. Productivity. Motivation. Some use it to destroy others. I use it to build myself, into something I know I want to be. I’m going to use it because I love it. It’s my worst enemy, yet it’s my best friend. Either way, it is mine.