Shows up in unexpected ways with MS. Not just for health, but for versions of life that quietly slipped away. Dreams change, timelines shift, and letting go happens in layers. Mourning does not mean weakness, it means honesty.

As crazy as it sounds, I think it gets easier the longer I live with MS. I’ve accepted what I have given up, and strive to make the most of capabilities that I still have. I think I try to squeeze as much enjoyment out of the life I have, that I can.