Yesterday, I had the scary experience of my legs choosing to quit holding me up. I don’t know if they were tired or just wanted to take a break, but in the middle of a standing transfer to my wheelchair they decided to give way which meant my body met the floor rather quickly. I wasn’t planning on a visit with the floor any time soon, but there we were, face-to-face.
So many times when our bodies quit working as they should, we become discouraged. Those helpless times open the door for our thoughts to run wild with fears, and sometimes we find ourselves growing tired in the struggle.
This journey that we’re on—this journey called life—I know it’s not perfect. It has many hurdles and obstacles that keep jumping in the way. We can allow those difficulties to make us angry because our path has become hard and seemingly impassable, or we can choose to be thankful for the lessons we learn along the way.
I know it sounds crazy to be thankful while facing a monster like Multiple Sclerosis every day, but it’s possible, and you can be.
What lessons? For me…
MS has taught me to hold it together when I would much rather fall apart.
MS has taught me to keep going when it would be so much easier to just throw my hands up and quit.
MS has taught me to rise up in strength when every part of me is weak and weary.
MS has taught me to always be grateful in the good times and to find the good in the bad.
MS has taught me to allow the tears because they provide water in the desert.
MS has taught me to sing even when I have no song left to sing.
MS has taught me to laugh in the face of sorrow.
MS has taught me to join hands with others just like me so no one has to face this beast alone.
What great life lessons. Lessons I have never regretted. You see, I have discovered that I am weak. My emotions, my thoughts, and especially my body…all weak. Friends may not understand the battles that I fight or realize the fragility of my life, but even when I’m alone in the journey I will hold my head high.
MS has made me strong in ways I never thought possible. I stand strong even while lying flat on the floor.
My strength is not something that can be taken away, it is something that grows with each passing day. Instead of allowing the struggle to defeat me, it is only making me stronger. I am strong because of my journey with Multiple Sclerosis, and that, I would never trade.
Stand strong in your weakness. Hold your head high and proudly wear those battle scars…those bruises and scrapes you have collected over time. With your sword in hand, charge forward in the fight. You are not defeated. You are just getting started.