The Internet and anxiety demons relentlessly tried to convince me that Multiple Sclerosis would steal my happiness, identity, and self-worth. At times, it has, but overall I still live a “normal” life.
My MS diagnosis shattered me. I share my long, ugly coping process to remind others they aren’t alone and your emotional response is normal.
I wouldn’t mourn the death of the sun. Even as the earth turns into a Popsicle, I will be filled with happiness. People will be disgusted with my spouts of the sun’s crimes and how she deserved to die, even if it means we all will along side her.
Many people can accept and manage uncertainty, even when facing significant threats. They aren’t better than you. They simply reach into their stress and anxiety management toolkit to cope. I’ve spent years perfecting my tools to help increase my uncertainty tolerance.
Some days I don’t want to be in my body.
A poem about coping with a serious medical diagnosis.