And then I woke up….
To be honest with you, no one needs to know the details of me getting back on my feet. Feb 2nd 2012 is a day I’ll always remember. It’s really hard for me to go back to that place and I’m glad I’m at the stage where I’m writing about it. That’s not to say that I’m %100 cool with talking about it yet. I guess that will come with a bit more time. Maybe in a couple years I’ll be able to look in the mirror and not see the massive scar. It’s not a part of me yet. It’s still so new.
I know MS is really new to a lot of you here. It’s scary and awful and horrible and you would never wish it on your worst enemy. A lot of you are going through harder times then others as well. I know many aren’t ready to talk about it yet and I totally understand. It’s okay to be angry and pissed off. You’re allowed. All I can give as advice is what I went through personally. It took me years to be able to talk to someone. It took me years to be totally cool with giving myself needles. But I am cool with it now. The heart surgery thing, not so much but I’m working on it. You’ll get there. With a healthy lifestyle, the right medication and a bit of time, those two little letters won’t bug you as much as they do now.