Denial: I can’t have Ms, I probably just have neuropathy. I’m just clumsy, and it’s all in my head. Anger: I hate my life, and I hate Ms. Why me? Out of all of the people why choose the most tortured one. Fuck Ms, I hate my body for doing this to me. My body failed me. I hate society for doing this to me. It’s not fair I had to take one for the team Bargaining: maybe if I did this differently I wouldn’t have Ms. Maybe I when I was younger I could of avoided EBV. Maybe if I didn’t take that medication it wouldn’t have appeared this early Depression: life is worthless, and I’ve been cursed. I can’t take it anymore. It’s hell on earth everyday knowing I’ll deal with this for the rest of my life Acceptance: I HAVE Ms, Ms doesn’t have me. I will take it day by day. I’m at all of them except acceptance, I’m new to my diagnosis. And I stil can’t comprehend I have Ms. My sister doesn’t have it and parties and has fun and friends. I have no friends I stay home and cry all day wondering why my body betrayed me after I took care of it for all my life.