When I was younger, I imagined my life unfolding in a certain way. I had plans, ambitions, a picture in my head of the future I was working toward. Then MS came into my life — and that picture shattered. I didn’t just lose parts of my health. I lost certainty. I lost the freedom of not having to think about every single step, every single plan, every single ounce of energy I spend. I’ve had to say goodbye to the person I thought I was going to be, and that grief is real. Some days I feel like I’ve adapted, like I’m finding new ways to live. Other days, I just feel tired — tired of trying, tired of pretending I’m fine, tired of explaining to people what they can’t see. MS has made me stronger in ways I didn’t want to be strong. It’s taught me resilience, yes — but at a cost. It’s shown me who my true friends are. It’s made me appreciate the small victories — walking a bit further, laughing without pain, feeling like myself for even a moment. But I’d be lying if I said I don’t still grieve the life I thought I’d have. I do. Every day. Does anybody else feel this way? That your life has turned into something completely different from what you imagined — and you’re still trying to make peace with it?