For the first time last night, it really hit me that I have MS. I have felt so positive since my diagnosis day, thinking I was happier and just last night, I got really triggered by a thought I was having and I just broke down. Haven’t cried like that since god knows when. Those cries that give you a headache and sends you into a sleep. People say oh the diagnosis is a label and some don’t feel different or that is doesn’t really make any difference after diagnosis, but it does. My life is different now and different in ways that I hate to think of. How people treat you, how people perceive you. It’s unfair, why do people have the right to look at me like I’m a burden? Or like I’m any less of a human? I’m still me at the end of the day. I was just filled with dread last night, thinking about what’s to come. And I don’t think I’m ok.
Last reply 7 months ago
Then it hit me….