Ok - as I've said in previous posts...I was in serious denial about MS until things really went haywire.
Basically, when I could no longer take care of myself properly, let alone work anymore, I had no choice but to face it.
Which is interesting because the laundry list of problems were bad enough before and they did stop me for a day or even a few...but I would always recover and return back to a fairly normal, productive life.
Yes, I was upset I couldn't ski anymore (right when I'd finally been able to afford to buy my own, nice fitting skis & boots), that I had to give up my newly gotten motorcycle, that I couldn't dance several times a month like before, that I couldn't handle going to the fair, even for a couple hours and etc. etc. etc.
There were many things I was angry and pissy about but they were all things that didn't stop the bulk of my main life (my job, my responsibilites, my family, etc.)
I know I was mentally struggling with the losses I faced and the days I was down and out (literally in bed) and it did create issues in my relationship and my own mental/emotional well being. But as long as I could keep 'doing' things - I thought I was 'dealing' with it!
But alas, that was just my life long stubborn way of bearing down and barging forward when things got tough. I would bulldoze through it all. That's how I survived all my previous traumas and tragedies and hardships. And I've had quite a few for my lifetime...yet NONE of them compare to MS!! I never would have thought.
Now I can't bulldoze forward, I can't dig in my heels and push harder...I did that all up until recently when all my survival tactics failed. Literally, as if someone pulled my plus and I dropped. This is my reality and has been going on two years!! Yet....my head keeps telling me I 'should' be able to keep going! And I get really angry/frustrated when I can't (and scared).
I am still very blessed in many ways but there are so many moments where I just hate my 'ms' life...
because of how awful and sick I physically am and feel every day
because of all that I can no longer do
because of all that I have lost (and am still in the process of losing)
because of all my family and friends I can't keep up with or spend time with
because of all the things I wanted to do with my daughter, with my boyfriend and with my life.
It's like everywhere I look there's just remiments of what 'use to be' and the person I was before. And open wounds of recent losses that I'm still struggling to accept.
I want to scream and fight and say 'NO! - Enough! I'm not giving up one more single molocule of my life or myself to MS!!!'
But it doesn't matter how stubborn I am, how much I pray, how positive I think or how loud I yell...usually in my head since I don't have that kind of energy to waste
~...it doesn't change what already is.
Why is it so darn hard to just accept this is my life now?!?
Wishing hard enough isn't going to produce any miracles, yet there is still this child in me that hopes maybe...just maybe...magic is still possible. And if it is - THIS is the time for it to happen! (Just this once, pretty pleeeease!!)
But it's like believing in Santa...as much as I want to still believe, like I did as a kid when anything was possible, I just can't. I can play along but deep down, the truth is there and I know it.
And I go through this cycle with MS and my life because of MS. I think I'll just deny it and bulldoze forward - but I can't, so then I want to bargain and beg and hope for magic and miracles but that doesn't work so then reality bleeds in and I freak out and get really upset...
You'd think I'd know better by now! But no, I still go through all these emotions over and over.
I think one thing that is so hard about MS is that for many of us it's ever changing and progressing. So once you finally get use to the idea of a new way of life (or new plateau as I call them) and you've gone through all the processes of grieving, being angry, begging and finally accepting (at least somewhat) and if nothing else, at lease figuring out how to live with it - something ELSE happens or changes and you start the whole thing all over again!
You never really get to feel settled or grounded - except when you've fallen and you can't get up. Which, I'm starting to understand, is about as 'grounded' as I might ever be when it comes to this MS crap! So perhaps I should do myself a favor and invest in some tush padding to cushion the falls and make my time on my arse a bit more comfy!
Basically, when I could no longer take care of myself properly, let alone work anymore, I had no choice but to face it.
Which is interesting because the laundry list of problems were bad enough before and they did stop me for a day or even a few...but I would always recover and return back to a fairly normal, productive life.
Yes, I was upset I couldn't ski anymore (right when I'd finally been able to afford to buy my own, nice fitting skis & boots), that I had to give up my newly gotten motorcycle, that I couldn't dance several times a month like before, that I couldn't handle going to the fair, even for a couple hours and etc. etc. etc.
There were many things I was angry and pissy about but they were all things that didn't stop the bulk of my main life (my job, my responsibilites, my family, etc.)
I know I was mentally struggling with the losses I faced and the days I was down and out (literally in bed) and it did create issues in my relationship and my own mental/emotional well being. But as long as I could keep 'doing' things - I thought I was 'dealing' with it!
But alas, that was just my life long stubborn way of bearing down and barging forward when things got tough. I would bulldoze through it all. That's how I survived all my previous traumas and tragedies and hardships. And I've had quite a few for my lifetime...yet NONE of them compare to MS!! I never would have thought.
Now I can't bulldoze forward, I can't dig in my heels and push harder...I did that all up until recently when all my survival tactics failed. Literally, as if someone pulled my plus and I dropped. This is my reality and has been going on two years!! Yet....my head keeps telling me I 'should' be able to keep going! And I get really angry/frustrated when I can't (and scared).
I am still very blessed in many ways but there are so many moments where I just hate my 'ms' life...
because of how awful and sick I physically am and feel every day
because of all that I can no longer do
because of all that I have lost (and am still in the process of losing)
because of all my family and friends I can't keep up with or spend time with
because of all the things I wanted to do with my daughter, with my boyfriend and with my life.
It's like everywhere I look there's just remiments of what 'use to be' and the person I was before. And open wounds of recent losses that I'm still struggling to accept.
I want to scream and fight and say 'NO! - Enough! I'm not giving up one more single molocule of my life or myself to MS!!!'
But it doesn't matter how stubborn I am, how much I pray, how positive I think or how loud I yell...usually in my head since I don't have that kind of energy to waste

Why is it so darn hard to just accept this is my life now?!?
Wishing hard enough isn't going to produce any miracles, yet there is still this child in me that hopes maybe...just maybe...magic is still possible. And if it is - THIS is the time for it to happen! (Just this once, pretty pleeeease!!)
But it's like believing in Santa...as much as I want to still believe, like I did as a kid when anything was possible, I just can't. I can play along but deep down, the truth is there and I know it.
And I go through this cycle with MS and my life because of MS. I think I'll just deny it and bulldoze forward - but I can't, so then I want to bargain and beg and hope for magic and miracles but that doesn't work so then reality bleeds in and I freak out and get really upset...
You'd think I'd know better by now! But no, I still go through all these emotions over and over.
I think one thing that is so hard about MS is that for many of us it's ever changing and progressing. So once you finally get use to the idea of a new way of life (or new plateau as I call them) and you've gone through all the processes of grieving, being angry, begging and finally accepting (at least somewhat) and if nothing else, at lease figuring out how to live with it - something ELSE happens or changes and you start the whole thing all over again!
You never really get to feel settled or grounded - except when you've fallen and you can't get up. Which, I'm starting to understand, is about as 'grounded' as I might ever be when it comes to this MS crap! So perhaps I should do myself a favor and invest in some tush padding to cushion the falls and make my time on my arse a bit more comfy!

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