Dear 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.


Dear MS, the more I understand, the more I can be an advocate for my own health.