What being brave feels like
I know how hard it is to push through the murkiness and brain fog that surrounds you all because of multiple sclerosis. You don’t deserve the troubles it brings to your life. You didn’t cause it and you can’t seem to escape from its hold on you.
It’s almost like you are stuck in a pool of quicksand that feels more like concrete than murky water. At least with murky water you can move and keep you head above the water line. With concrete you just sink to the bottom like a rock. I have had my fair share of bottom sinking moments. I have the bruises and broken bones to show for it.
At those moments all I know to do is cry. I don’t feel very brave when that happens. Do you know what makes me feel brave?
I feel brave when I stand up and don’t let people tell me who I am or am not.
I feel brave when I face the monster that has tried to destroy me even while shaking in my boots.
I feel brave when I hold someones hand so we can face this journey together.
I feel brave when I put on my socks without falling over.
I feel brave when I ask someone for help.
I feel brave when I tell someone to their face that I will not be treated in a certain way.
I feel brave when I stand my ground about the medications I will or won’t take.
I feel brave when I tell someone how much they mean to me.
I feel brave when I make it through a day with less battle scars than the day before.
I feel brave when I manage to get out of bed while my body is screaming at me to just go back to bed.
I feel brave when I use the toaster without jumping out of my skin when the toast pops up.
I feel brave when I know that MS can’t sink me.
I feel brave when I actually enjoy my alone time without feeling guilty.
I feel brave when I help someone else to be brave in the face of what they fear.
Keep fighting the good fight. Peace, love and lots of chocolate to you…