Letter 7
Tee,
2-3.
It’s something called conversion disorder.
Long story short, mental health issues can disrupt how your brain works.
It leads to physical symptoms that are outside of people’s control.
Some go mute; others experience paralysis. It can affect the senses or the body itself.
For me, it was my arm.
At first, there was an issue on an MRI scan, so they figured it was damaged in the crash. But there was so much wrong with me, it wasn’t a priority. I came in with shrapnel lodged in one of my lungs, and yeah, I was in a coma for a while.
Anyway, the arm shit was the least of their problems. Eventually, it BECAME a problem, and after more tests, they figured out what was wrong with me.
I’m not ashamed to say that I’d hit rock bottom by that point.
God, I was so low.
Looking back, I’m furious at myself. I didn’t tell anyone, Tee. I went through it all alone. I didn’t even tell Mrs. Abelman or Mum. Never mind my brothers.
They’re family. We’ve gone through hell together. But I still kept them out of the loop.
I miss you.
Yours forever,
Cody