My multiple sclerosis scars are real

Some of the memories we keep and the stories we tell about ourselves have to do with scars. You may have a teeny tiny scar on your finger from giving your best friend a haircut or a really big ugly one on your leg from a terrible bicycle accident, and every time you look down at that scar you are reminded of what happened and how you felt in the moment even if that event wasn’t very dramatic.

Each scar is a part of who you are…a part of your story.  They tell of hardship, courage, victories, and survival. Even the hidden multiple sclerosis scars that no one else can see unless they are viewing them with an MRI machine. Even those scars tell an amazing story. And just because they are hidden doesn’t mean they aren’t there. The evidence they leave behind is proof enough that they exist.

Some may say that having MS means you are broken. They may treat you differently than in times past, leave you out when making plans and as time goes by they may fade away from your life entirely. But I want you to know that you are not broken, damaged, used up or worthless. Maybe cracked a little (said with a smile)…but you are not broken.

And for anyone who insists on calling you those things, keep this in mind…

When the Japanese mend a broken object they choose to strengthen the damaged areas by filling the cracks with gold. They believe that when something has suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful.

All your cracks and broken places, all your scars, all the damaged areas, are filled with incredible strength that shows others that even though life can be hard, it’s possible to rise above the pain. Nothing you go through is ever wasted.

So the next time you look down at your scars or view your MRI results, be thankful for the struggle and the tears because they have created in you a survivor, a brave fighter, and a courageous warrior. You have suffered damage and become more beautiful because of it.

We don’t look at the stars in the universe and say how tragic they are, how bruised they are, even though that is what they are. We look at them and speak of the beauty they contain. The inspiration they give us. Even though stars are the scars of the universe we don’t see them as these broken pieces of gaseous matter, we see them as these majestic astrological blessings that give hope to billions. What if you saw yourself in that same light, or better yet what if you saw others in a similar way. ― Ricky Maye