She loves to paint and draw. She has relapsing MS, but is determined to live life colorfully and vibrantly. See what she has to say to her MS.
It’s only been a couple of years and maybe a month or so since we’ve “officially” met—but let me just get straight to the point—I. don’t. like you.
Actually, I really, REALLY don’t like you. Actually, you’re dumb and I hate you. You have caused so much more mental and emotional trauma for me than I could have ever imagined. I could go on about all of the silly things you put me through, like the bladder and gut problems. Or the needless depression.
As a fully grown human from the planet Earth, I used to think breathing was easy and natural—until it wasn’t. You also might have thought it was funny to see me stumble, or to see my hips teeter-totter as I walked. I’ll have you know I did a great job resisting that lovely taste of grass!
I have had a lot of bitterness and resentment towards you, but really I’m not mad anymore. I’m becoming much more self-aware by traveling more and doing more with my creative side. And I’m more intentional with my actions—like switching to Ocrevus. And I’m getting to know you, because I find that the more I understand, the more I can be an advocate for my own health.
And even though I don’t like you, my sense of inner peace is growing exponentially ever since I finally accepted you for what you are and I’ve found an inner strength I never knew I had. That’s L-I-T-E-R-A-L-L-Y the only thing I can thank you for and L-I-T-E-R-A-L-L-Y the only reason I cannot truly hate you. You are part of me, and I have accepted it.
But you’re dumb and I don’t like you.