I don't normally have a lot of good news when it comes to MD, so I thought it was important to post. This week has been amazing. Saturday afternoon, I spent a few hours writing a poem about MD, which was an emotional experience. When I went to pray that night, I broke down crying. I haven't DD since then. There have been a couple times when I wanted to or almost did, but I didn't. I have been praying constantly, and I keep repeating the last line of the poem Invictus, "I am the master of my…