Dear Multiple Sclerosis,
I want you to know that you are not the boss of me. Sure, you have made my life a living hell. You may have caused me countless tears. You may be the reason I had to quit my job, have lost seemingly great friendships, and am facing unprecedented financial difficulties. You may make my body weak, my thoughts a jumbled mess, my body tremble and my vision blurry, but you will never, and I mean NEVER, have the satisfaction of stealing my hope.
Hope is what keeps me going when I feel overwhelmingly discouraged and depressed. It gives me the strength I need when I’m feeling completely worn out from fighting every day. It helps me keep my head held high and my heart strong when, in reality, I feel as if I have lost every bit of passion and courage I thought I had left.
You see, I have hope in a better tomorrow.
I have hope that one day a cure will be found.
I have hope that my life matters to the people I come in contact with, both online and in person.
I have hope that, regardless of the struggle, I will find a smile to brighten my day.
I have hope that there are still good, caring, honest, loving people in this world who are willing to stand up for the disabled to help us fight.
I have hope in the 2.5 million people in the world living with Multiple Sclerosis, that each one of us finds the strength we need to keep pushing on.
MS, I know your plan is destruction, but no matter how hard you try, I will not be defeated. I am a warrior…and that’s what warriors do…we rise up!
We may make it through our day exhausted, weary, and feeling like a complete and total wreck, but we will not give up. You’ve messed with the wrong group of people. We are fighters, we are strong, we are mighty, and we NEVER give up…hear us ROAR!