My Happy MS Story
On one of my Facebook MS group pages, I happened upon a post that brought me pause. A newly diagnosed person with MS had joined the group to read testimonials and such from 'fellow MSrs'. She noted that while she didn't want it to seem she was minimizing or disregarding anyone's experience with this chronic disease, after reading so many posts about progression, decline, pain, strife and the like, she was feeling even more overwhelmed and anxious. She then respectfully asked if there were any positive stories that could be shared. Many group members obliged and commented with positive stories or thoughts which I'm certain she was appreciative for. And I, myself, took her post as somewhat of a personal challenge.
Encouraging positivity and optimism
I've always written my truth relative to the difficulties of living with Multiple Sclerosis. As written in my article, My Writings Have APurpose, I never want the theme of my writings to be misconstrued as ‘downers’ or ‘too heavy’. I want them to be received as meaningful, real, and empathetic. I encourage positivity, optimism, a "looking at the glass as half full as opposed to half empty" outlook and even coin the importance of the popular Serenity Prayer ("God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference..."), and often share my motto that I created for my journey 'to OVERcome and not SUCcumb'.
Writing a positive story
With that said, does the aforementioned equate to a positive story? Or might it just promote the very real fact that positivity incorporated into whatever your coping mechanisms, are advantageous for healthy mental and emotional wellbeing which can have a better impact on our overall health? Now, I believe I've mentioned pragmatic experiences, but have I written specifically about a positive story relative to or along my journey? That was my challenge and I decided I was game!
My happy MS story...
I'd been diagnosed with MS about 7 years or so and was feeling more of its effects. I was hardly what I would call unhappy, but let's just sayyyy.. I'd really, really began to 'notice' that there was definitelya 'new' normal, a 'new sheriff in town', if you will. I was adjusting, adapting, managing, and living. So, one morning I awoke to face the day. And I did just that. What exactly happened that particular day, I can't recall. I just know that I faced some type of challenge be it large or small. Anyhoo, as I was saying, I awoke that morning and faced the day. That evening, after courageously facing and conquering said day either unfazed or with a tear - because "Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day, saying, “I will try again tomorrow.” (Mary Anne Radmacher) - I went to bed and awoke the next morning to face that new day also. The end.
There it is. Short and sweet. My happy Multiple Sclerosis story that I'm proud and thankful to tell. From beginning, what transpired to the end.. or rather, To Be Continued... because I plan to live it over and over again.
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