Dear Restless Legs Syndrome

Dear Restless Legs Syndrome,

You arrived uninvited into my calm life in 2002. It's now 2026, you and I have had quite a torrid affair, and because that continues, my partner has sent us to another bedroom. Oh yes, we have travelled throughout Asia and Australia together, walking the aisles of planes and dancing around darkened hotel bedrooms trying not to wake my sleeping partner.

I have studied your violent history and now know almost everything about your behaviours and the devious menacing abuse that you force upon all those that you meet. Where is the romance, the gentle caressing and those quiet moments that you could so easily gift to me?

You think you are superior don't you? You even believe that you have the power to bring me to tears at a whim.

I am stronger than you. It has taken me many long years to gain control of your psychological mania. You are a creature dwelling in a dark place. I know if I try to leave you, you will hunt me down and stalk me on unlit nights, and I will be forever under your spell. But, I have a silent place, a resilient part of myself that I will never allow you to infiltrate. You do not have the code or the key and I will never let you in. That is the control you so desperately crave, I can see your angry features and feel your agitation whenever I go there. That is my spirit. That is the part of me that you will never take. My spirit is forever strong, brave and loving. For all the hatred you force upon me, my spirit flies higher. Higher to a place where silence rests in me, where my heart rhythms beat softer and my joy of life raises me up to fight another beautiful day.

Yours forever unloving,
Me.