I compare living with multiple sclerosis like having a car that looks fine on the outside, but every light on the dash is on. To everyone you look perfectly fine and capable but little do they know you may just barely be pushing through life. They don’t know that M.S. is the mother ship sending out destroyer drones through your nervous system and when I say destroyer drones I literally mean destroyer drones. It affects every aspect of your life from your eyesight (optic neuropathy) to your sex life (E.D.) it makes you so depressed that for the first time in your life suicide crosses your mind. At least that way you beat the M.S. mother ship, think Bruce Willis Armageddon. Then you conquer that thought because unfortunately this is not the movies. You get so depressed that sometimes you don’t even want to get out of the bed in the morning. So you lay there thinking about all the things you used to be able to do but are a far memory of your new reality. What people don’t understand is that you could be the most beautiful the most handsome the most wealthy but that depression is telling you that none of that matters now because your just a worthless shell of who you used to be. My personal favorite is “You don’t look sick” or “Man suck that up” but what they don’t understand is your immune system has put out a hit on you that few people take serious. Try being young and taking the same medicine as your 81 year old grandmother or having sacroiliitis and finding out that when folks would say “I can feel the rain coming in my hip” that you actually can and not only that it’s a fact, has to do with the barometer in the are changing. Multiple sclerosis is a silent contract killer and the medicine you take for it is unarmed security. Yeah they hold off the threat for awhile but let’s face it unarmed security only wins in the movies.
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