I don’t even know where to start. When you first came into my life four years ago, I didn’t have time for you. But that didn’t stop you. You gave me double vision. Stole my smile. Paralyzed my face. The next 5 months were hell. I was stabbed by so many needles. And had so much blood taken out of me I could've sponsored a horror movie. I saw more doctors in 5 months than I had in my 26 years of existing.
I was only 26. I thought 26 would bring great things but you took
that year of my life away. I felt like I did nothing; wasted. I cried
so many times throughout my diagnosis. From despair, pain, anguish.
You just kept messing with my vision, vertigo, numbness. I even went
blind in one eye.
I remember thinking my life was over, how will I do what I love to do? How can I be a makeup artist, play volleyball, drive, read, enjoy a sunset, everything!? Who would love me now? Who would want someone damaged?
Okay, but listen to me. I am done with you bullying me. I have grown so much since you first came into my life. I told myself I can do whatever I put my mind to. I am ADAPTABLE. Ever-changing. I chose to go on Ocrevus.
I mean, I still take care of my health. If I don’t feel good, then I check in with my doctor, and I rest and reset. Plain and simple.
But I am always moving forward because I have to. I need to. It’s a necessity. I refuse to let you push me around anymore!