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MS mystery of the day: What Happened?

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This morning I woke up to a few mystery bruises. You know, those dark marks on your skin that appear overnight for no apparent reason. I have no idea who I was fighting in my sleep. Maybe an anvil fell on top of me in my dreams. Hey, it could happen. Anything’s possible, right?!

I am always fascinated when things like that happen. I began playing the past few days back in my mind trying to piece together the story of what happened. Most of the time I’m unable to determine exactly what I did. All I know is I went to bed last night and my arm was fine. I woke up this morning and BAM…I’ve been sucker punched and am now the proud owner of a black and blue softball sized bruise on my upper arm and a few small ones on my shin.

Multiple sclerosis comes with a full array of mysteries. I think I wake up to a new one every day. I have to say that I know for a fact the answer to them is not Colonel Mustard in the Library with a Candle Stick. Maybe it was Professor Plum? Or Miss Scarlet?

For now though, today, if anyone asks me what happened I’m going to tell them that some idiot tried to rob me in the middle of the night but due to my quick thinking and amazing skills, I karate chopped him to the ground and sent him to the hospital. Might as well have a little fun with it. It will be interesting to see who actually believes me.

I try to always put a fun spin on the things that happen in my life. If nothing else, it’s entertaining. Besides, I’d much rather laugh than cry.

I’ve been kidnapped before, run over by a tractor, fallen in a pool dressed as a clown and ridden a horse backwards while wearing a flaming hat. If you believe any of that, I have a piece of the moon I can sell you for $100. It even comes signed by ET himself.

Try making today into something fun. Find a laugh in the ordinary, mundane or chaos. Get creative. Enjoy your day regardless of the mess around you. Anything is possible with just a little bit of imagination. This life is so interesting. I always wonder what’s going to happen next.

I gotta go. Cookie Monster is cooking me breakfast and it sounds like he might have mistaken the plates for cookies again. Good morning, good afternoon and good night everyone.

My night of sleep… yes, I said sleep

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Emerging data suggests that extending a nightly sleep duration of people who habitually get insufficient sleep is associated with health benefits. My doctor has changed the dosage of Trazodone that I take to help me sleep at night because I told her the previous amount wasn’t helping as it did at first. Amazingly enough the higher dosage did help me get better sleep last night.

I was so deep in sleep that I had a dream a friend was over at my house. We were talking and I told her I needed to excuse myself because I had to go to the bathroom. Keep in mind I’m still asleep. In my dream I was on the toilet and attempting to empty my bowels.

That’s normally not an easy task when I’m awake even with a daily intake of stool softeners. I was using my abs to attempt to push hard… while asleep. That’s the only muscle group that works for me to empty my bowels. I even told my doctor I have washboard abs now all because of it.

Thankfully,  I woke up realizing I wasn’t on the toilet and hadn’t push hard enough to get anything out yet. I transferred to my power chair, made my way to the bathroom and barely got there in enough time to do my business without making a mess. Phew…

That was a close call. We’ll see how things go in the days ahead and if the higher dose works without any further dream issues. I sure hope it does. I really need all the rest I can get. I much prefer sleep to chronic insomnia.

Healthy sleep is important for cognitive function, emotion regulation, physical development, and a better quality of life. Considering I’m a person living with multiple sclerosis, it’s imperative to have a good developing immune system.

Sleep is incredibly effective at helping repair the day-to-day cellular injury that happens, but most people don’t get the amount of high-quality sleep needed to do so. Its impact on the nervous system works best when we’re asleep doing the vital work needed to keep our cells thriving, but you can also get tremendous benefits from other types of rest as well.

If you’ve ever found yourself feeling blissfully calm during a massage, drifting in and out of consciousness while meditating or praying, breathing slowly and rhythmically while reading a book, or pleasantly lost in thought while on a walk in nature, you’ve experienced a sense of deep rest.

The process of sweeping away and recycling old or damaged cellular material truly helps rebuild new cells and minimizes inflammation levels throughout the body. I like the thought of that. So if a medication will help me to get that rest, I’m all in for it. I’ll let you know how things go in the days to come.

An open letter – from someone living with MS

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To whom it may concern:

There is an entire world filled with people who don’t understand multiple sclerosis. I know since you don’t live with the disease yourself it is hard to comprehend, but I hope what I have to say will help open your eyes and heart to what life is really like for me…hopefully giving you insight and understanding into the life of someone living with MS.

First off, I would like to say that multiple sclerosis is real, it hurts, it is full of challenges and struggles, and if you haven’t figured it out yet, it is invisible to a majority of the population since the destruction takes place inside the body. The effects are seen in other ways as I walk, talk and go through my day with disabling symptoms, but if you were able to see inside my body, you wouldn’t judge me so quickly. My insides are a wreck and filled with chaos.

Sure, I wear a smile much of the time, but that doesn’t mean the disease isn’t there. It just means I’m doing a pretty good job at covering it up. You see the mask I wear, but let me explain what happens day in and day out. I get angry, fearful, weepy and scared. Lingering in the back of my mind is the fact that one day my future will be drastically different than it is today. You see, MS is progressive. That means that although today I may be moving around okay, tomorrow I may not. It may take a year or 20 years, but my life is changing every day.

Please know that it hurts when you so casually decide you know what’s best for me. MS has affected every part of my life, but that doesn’t mean it’s made me incapable of making decisions. Don’t exclude me from things just because you think I wouldn’t want to be a part or because you think it would be too hard for me to do. Let me make that decision. It hurts more to be left out than to give a response of “no thank you” to an invitation. I would much rather be given the option. Please don’t stop inviting me or including me even if you get a lot of “No” replies.

Another thing that really hurts is when you tell me you know how I feel. Really? You understand the fatigue that never goes away, the numbness in my body, the pain, the bladder problems, the vision struggles? I have major damage in my brain and spine causing continued chaos throughout my body, and you want to try and compare your flu symptoms to my MS? Please don’t do that. Unless you are living with MS yourself, don’t even try and tell me you know how I feel. Support me, help me, console me if that’s needed, but don’t make the assumption that you get it.

Then there’s the problem I have of you always trying to fix me as if I’m broken. I’m not broken. I’m simply living with a chronic incurable disease. That means it’s not going away unless a cure is found…and no, there isn’t a cure yet. All those supposed cures you read about online, they aren’t cures. They are either symptom management techniques, wishful thinking, or money making schemes. Nothing has been found to completely remove MS from someone’s life. Nothing aside from a miracle! So your great Aunt Sue’s cousin’s friend who was cured using a combination of bumble bees, tin foil and baking soda…I’m not interested in the recipe. Accept me for who I am. I’m thankful you care, but your remedies cause me more weariness than help.

Something else I’d like to say…for some reason you have this need to ask me if I’m feeling better every time you see me. As I’ve said before, MS is progressive so that question truly has no answer. If I express a concern that I am having due to MS or talk about a new symptoms I am facing, responding by saying “get over it” doesn’t help in any way.

I’ve always thought that to be a strange response. Get over what? Get over the pain? Get over the fear? Get over a chronic illness? What exactly am I to be getting over? How am I to get over something that I’m living with on a daily and minute-by-minute basis. It’s easy for people to come along and say “get over it” when they aren’t experiencing my challenges, but a person doesn’t just get over multiple sclerosis…they live with it.

Instead of always asking me if I’m feeling better, treat me like everyone else. There are more things to talk about in life than my having MS. I don’t want that to be the center of conversation every time we meet. I am more than my MS. I am still me and would much rather talk about gardening, traveling, architecture or the next movie coming out. Don’t ignore my struggle, but don’t make it a continual focus either.

Please know that I have my bad days and at times terrible, horrible really awful days. Getting out doesn’t make them better either. In actuality, going out has the potential of making them worse. Me doing more will not make my MS symptoms less. Yes, exercise is important, but it has to be done carefully.

That old saying “no pain, no gain” will not work for me. If I get to the point of pain, I have pushed too far and my body is going to rebel for days, if not weeks. I have to do everything carefully and with great planning. Sometimes my bad days happen within minutes of a good moment. That’s just how rebellious my body can be. So please don’t tell me I need to get out more or I just need to lose weight to feel better. That’s not the cause of my struggle and it is not the answer to my pain.

So, the next time you decide you want to judge me for my bad days, bad moods or even my bad responses to your insensitivity, keep these things in mind…

I am the same person I was before my MS diagnosis. I am intelligent, caring, full of fun, loving, ready to laugh at any given moment, and a great friend. I also have the potential to be angry, moody, and frustrated. All still part of who I am. I would like nothing more than for MS to be cured, but as of today that reality doesn’t exist. Please don’t look at my disability as if that’s all that I am. I am still me…MS and all. The only difference is that I need a lot more love, support, care and understanding. I would much rather have someone fighting alongside me than against me.

Signed,
An MS Warrior
(Penelope Conway, Positive Living with MS)

P.S. Please share this with your friends, family, co-workers, and neighbors. Multiple sclerosis awareness is needed all around the world.

Computer failures are a lot like multiple sclerosis

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Have you ever had one of those days where everything seemed to start off going great but then things shifted and everything went wrong? Where the unexpected happened more than once and you hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet? Those days can be frustrating, irritating and make you want to scream. I’ve been there more times than I can count.

That’s kind of how I feel when my laptop starts acting up. It doesn’t happen often, but I have had times when my computer has failed me. I’m a fix-it-myself kind of person. A techie geek who thrives on having a well running computer. I will visit online forums reading from people who know more than me in order to resolve a problem.

One time I had a person reply to me on a message board, “Since you’re getting that error, you need to do this and this.” So, I did this and this, but it didn’t work. Then someone said, “No, you need to click that and change this.” So I clicked that and changed this but that didn’t work either.

I attempted suggestion after suggestion with still nothing fixing my problem so I ended up doing what we all do, I went to the experts. When I brought my computer in to get it checked out even their diagnostic programs were unable to pinpoint the problem. Their answer, “We need to replace the logic board.” (That’s just a fancy word for the board inside the computer that handles all the communication processes.)

Computer failures are a lot like multiple sclerosis. You may have difficulty with spasticity in your legs and someone will say, “You need to take potassium. That’s what I do and it worked great.” You buy some to try and you become disappointed because it doesn’t help for you.

Then someone says, “No, you need to change how you do this and do that instead.” So you do what they suggest and still no change. Then someone else comes along and says, “No, no, no, they are all wrong. You need to eat this and take this other thing.” So you do it…and again no change.

So many solutions for just one problem, yet because we are all unique and we all have a different internal wiring system, what works for one person may not work for another.

The biggest thing I would like for people to understand, both those who live with MS and those who don’t, is that every person’s internal “logic board” may connect all the same parts together, but somewhere deep inside where no one can see, there’s a malfunction in those of us living with MS that has disrupted the communication between our brain and our body.

Sometimes a simple tweak or adjustment here or there does the trick and we are up and at em’ going strong once again. But sometimes the “logic board” has failed to the point that no one, not even the experts, can pinpoint where the failure is taking place.

It would be amazing if we could simply replace our body’s internal “logic board,” but we only have one so we have to take care of the one we have as best we can. My response to the barrage of fixes and solutions people push my way…”Thank you for your suggestions, but I know my body and am doing what I believe is right for me.”

Everyone wants MS to be cured, especially those of us living with it day in and day out. How about instead of pushing the latest craze or fix, we chose to love each other and simply be there to support a persons decision in how they believe their MS should be managed. Giving someone a hug or holding their hand is so much more comforting than pushing internet solutions and unfounded cures or fixes at them.

When everything around you seems to be falling apart, know that you are not crazy or alone. There are others feeling the same way. Do what you believe is right for you to do and don’t get discouraged by all the nay sayers, experts and trendies. Always remember this one thing: Even though your body has failed you, you are not a failure. You are an amazing, strong and resilient MS warrior. You got this!

Multiple Sclerosis makes simple things, complicated

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There are times I wish everyone would just go away and leave me alone so I can clear my head and distance myself from all the drama, arguments and chaos in the world; to find such a place where I can cry as much as I need and let out a scream or two from time to time—even if only for 5 minutes. Now that would be amazing.

It’s not always easy finding that perfect spot. The place where no one else is hanging around to judge you for simply being you. For me, that place just so happens to be in my shower. Somehow I’m able to have my own little pity party in the solitude of the bathroom away from the world as water gushes down my face. It just seems easier to think and cry in the shower. I have washed many tears down the drain in my lifetime.

Lately though, showers haven’t been so freeing. This may sound weird to some of you, but much of the skin on my face, arms and legs has become so hypersensitive that even water hitting me from the shower head hurts. And when I say hurts…I mean HURTS!

I’ve been pointing the shower head to the side wall and filling a large cup with water to rinse the shampoo out of my hair. It makes bathing a bit more complicated, but if I don’t want to smell like a skunk, I change and adapt.

It seems multiple sclerosis is good at making simple things, complicated. Who would have guessed that clipping your fingernails could become a near impossibility to accomplish by yourself? Or that things like signing a check, picking up the mail, vacuuming, getting dressed, or even brushing your teeth require more time, energy and help than ever before?

I never really thought about doing those things in the past. I just did them without realizing how much I was truly taking for granted. But today, many things have become a challenge for me to complete. It’s as if each day, as I pull back the covers to get out of bed, I start my ascend to the top of Mount Everest. I don’t always make it to the top as the day comes to a close, but I press on anyway.

Multiple sclerosis is the disease that keeps on giving and taking away. But regardless, I refuse to let it limit or define me.

REMEMBER: You have this terrible, pesky disease called multiple sclerosis and it’s trying to take over your body, but you are not MS. You are an amazingly courageous person that can still love, dream, laugh, and hope for a better tomorrow.

“No” is not a bad word

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I woke up in tears yesterday. No reason. Nothing bad happened to me in the middle of the night. I didn’t wake up from a nightmare, my goldfish didn’t die and I wasn’t in a lot of unbearable pain. My emotions just went haywire all on their own. I hate when that happens. I take meds to help keep my emotions stabilized, but yesterday’s dose must have been a dud.

Multiple Sclerosis has this way of messing with a person’s emotions. Sometimes there’s a valid reason for the crazy mood swings we experience. Things like the fact that we are dealing with daily challenges and changes in life that sometimes become overwhelming and difficult to handle.

But there are actual times when our emotions get all out of whack for no reason other than the fact that the wiring in our brain is short circuiting and playing around with our emotions. That really happens. MS messes with my ability to walk, think, talk, see, and sometimes it seems to get bored doing all of that and decides to get its awful little hands on how I feel too. It seems nothing is off limits to this monster.

When a friend got to my house for her planned visit, I was sobbing into a sock. (Don’t judge. I didn’t have any tissue nearby so I used what I had. Besides, surprisingly enough socks actually work pretty good as tissues.) Just having her with me helped to calm my tears.

Sometimes someone assuring you that things are going to be okay really does help. Sometimes all we need is a hug, a kind word, a gentle touch, or a hand to hold. Although those things don’t change what’s happening in our life or restructure our brains, they comfort the heart.

I won’t lie to you, life with MS can be tough at times. I go through periods when I simply want to get away from it all…no distractions, no phone calls, no text messages, no people, no MS (now, that one I can’t seem to get away from), no anything. It’s at those times when I will curl up in my comfy overstuffed chair, turn my phone off and do absolutely nothing.

I know it seems impossible to be able to do nothing because even doing nothing is doing something, but somehow I manage to do it. Wait a minute, maybe I really am doing something when I think I’m doing nothing but since my brain scatters my thoughts I forget the something I was supposed to be doing which turns it into nothing. Now there’s a thought to ponder.

When I take the time to get away from the mess that is overtaking my life into a place of solitude, I come back better focused and my emotions calm down. Sometimes it’s takes just 5 minutes of being away to regroup my thoughts. Other times it’s more like 30 minutes, an hour or even a day. But that pause does something magical and helps me to tackle even the hardest of tasks.

I can remember the times when my workload would become intense at my job. The pressure, the stress…it would become overwhelming. When that happened, I would walk away from my desk and lock myself in a bathroom stall down the hall to just pause and breathe. That was the only place I knew I could truly be alone and get away from everyone and everything. Somehow time stood still for me in the bathroom.

I know that sounds weird to some people, but short breaks like that really help. We all need a place where we can get away from the craziness in life and be able to focus on things other than MS, medical bills and the to-do list that never seems to get done.

I sometimes went to my car at lunch time to be alone and would even take a nap to clear my mind. Don’t feel guilty stepping away to take a pause. Take the time you need even if that means telling someone “no.”

If I could reach through the screen to you, I’d hold your hand and remind you of how truly amazing you are. I’d listen to you talk about your struggles, your challenges, your fears, and remind you that no matter what you’re facing, you are strong enough… much stronger than you give yourself credit for. I’d cry with you, make you giggle and let you have my last cookie. (You know you’re special if I share my cookies with you.)

If today is a “cry in your oatmeal” kind of day… go ahead and cry. It’s okay to do that. Let it all out. Then dry your tears and remind yourself that you are a champion, a winner, a warrior. You may not feel like one, but you are and all warriors need a break. Sometimes just a little pause makes a world of difference.

Don’t stop trying to be the best that you can be regardless of MS or whatever else you may be facing. You are stronger than you think. I believe in you. Love yourself enough to set boundaries.

Life in Scleropolis

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In the heart of the bustling city of Scleropolis, where the sky often mirrored the spectrum of human emotions, lived a community of unique individuals, each bound by a common thread—multiple sclerosis. Here, the disease wasn’t a shadow lurking in the corners of life but a character in its narrative, shaping the city’s culture, architecture, and daily interactions.

Scleropolis was known for its adaptive architecture. Buildings featured ramps with gentle inclines, wide doorways, and floors covered in soft, durable materials to ease the journey of those with mobility challenges. The city center was a mosaic of vibrant colors, with public art installations that celebrated resilience and adaptability.

Our story follows three residents, each with their own tale intertwined with MS:

Mira, the artist, had her hands dance less freely with time, but her vision remained sharp. She pioneered a technique in painting, using eye-tracking technology to create breathtaking murals that adorned the city’s walls. Her latest piece, “The Dance of Nerves,” depicted the erratic yet beautiful patterns of nerve impulses, turning her personal battle into a public celebration of life’s unpredictability.

Leo, once a marathon runner, now navigated life with a cane but had found new purpose as the city’s chief urban planner. His firsthand experience with MS led him to design pathways and parks that not only catered to those with mobility aids but also encouraged community interaction. His project, “The Path of Unity,” was a trail that meandered through Scleropolis, where every bench was a communication hub, and every lamp post bore a plaque with stories of local heroes—many of whom had MS.

Elijah, the tech-guru, had turned his fatigue and cognitive challenges into motivation. He developed an app called “Sclero-Mate,” which not only helped manage medication schedules and symptoms but also connected users to support groups, local events, and even job opportunities tailored for those with fluctuating health conditions. His app became the lifeline for many, fostering a network of support where isolation once thrived.

In Scleropolis, every day was an unspoken festival of human spirit. The city held annual events like the “Walk and Roll,” where everyone, regardless of their mobility, participated in a parade through the city, showcasing inventions, art, and stories. Music filled the air, not just from the bands but from the city’s heartbeat, the collective resilience of its people.

One chilly morning, as the sun pierced through the fog, Mira, Leo, and Elijah met at the “Square of Beginnings,” where a new community center was to be unveiled. This center, a project they all contributed to, was designed to be a hub for creativity, health, and technology, embodying the ethos of Scleropolis.

As they stood there, watching the community gather, a sense of profound connection washed over them. Here, in Scleropolis, MS was not just about the struggles; it was about the stories, the adaptations, and the unyielding human spirit. The city was a testament to living not in spite of MS but with it, turning what many see as a limitation into a canvas of possibilities.

The narrative of Scleropolis was one of inspiration, reminding everyone that life, like the neurons in a human body, can find new pathways, new dances, and new songs to sing, even when the old ones fade.

Shadows of Resilience

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In the quiet of the morning, when light begins to breach,
There lies a silent warrior, with strength you cannot teach.
Multiple Sclerosis, a name whispered with fear,
Yet within its shadow, courage blooms, oh so clear.

Each day is a canvas, painted with strokes of pain,
But also with moments of joy, a reminder that we gain.
The body, once a temple, now a puzzle to solve,
With every piece that shifts, we learn to resolve.

The nerves, like pathways, sometimes lost, sometimes found,
Guide us through a maze, where silence is profound.
Each step might falter, each hand might shake,
But the spirit within, oh how it does not break.

Through blurred visions and tremors, through numbness and ache,
We find new ways to dance, new paths to take.
With every MS flare, a lesson is taught,
Life’s beauty is not in the battles that we’ve fought,

But in the moments of stillness, in love and in laughter,
In the bonds we create going through life’s disaster.
We adapt, we adjust, we learn to embrace,
The life that MS gives with a unique kind of grace.

So here’s to the warriors, with scars deep and wide,
To those who see MS not just as a tide,
But as part of the journey, a chapter to pen,
With resilience and hope, again and again.

___________________

I also want to share this post of my favorite poem for this Christmas season.
I hope you enjoy it.

A Multiple Sclerosis Night Before Christmas

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my body,
Not a nerve was behaving, making me move rather shoddy.
My daily activities were chosen with care,
In hopes that each one could be done from a chair.

Each word that I spoke seemed to come out all wrong,
So much to be finished, I had to stay strong.
And John in the kitchen, and Missy making frappe,
Everyone busy working, no time for a nap.

When somewhere outside there arose such a clatter,
I peeked through the window, to see what was the matter.
I tried to move fast, to get to the door,
But I didn’t quite make it, and wound up on the floor.

As I lay on the rug, making sure nothing broke
Through tears I could see it, even gave it a poke.
Yes, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the cane that I had lost, earlier this year.

Then the front door cracked open, and before me he stood,
I immediately knew help had arrived which was good.
And more rapid than eagles, his phrases they came,
As he whistled and shouted, and called them by name.

“Now hang on, now slow down, now take more life pauses,
With stressful, and chaos, and tearful day causes.
To the end of the checklist, to the end of the hall,
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

And then I could see, as I wiped away tears,
Why, his words and his wisdom had settled my fears.
As I sat on the floor, too weak to even move
He knelt down beside me, and said I have nothing to prove.

He looked a bit weary, as a glance we exchanged,
And he said that my focus is what needs to be changed.
What’s important is family and those who are nearby.
(On that last one he spoke with a twinkly eye.)

Your weakness…it’s real. Your limits…real too.
MS has this way of making even brilliant days blue.
He smiled as he spoke, and I knew he was right.
No more pity party moments or MS fist fights.

He spoke not a word more as he helped me to stand.
I found myself smiling as I reached for his hand.
I sat on the couch as he gave me a nod,
He helped me to see that my thinking was flawed.

Then he sprang to his sleigh, and to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, “You’re doing great, don’t forget,
To pause more and smile, you have nothing to fret.”

Here’s how to explain multiple sclerosis

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Multiple sclerosis, or MS for short, is a condition that affects the brain and the spinal cord, which are like the control centers for your body. Imagine your brain and spinal cord are like a busy highway with lots of wires (called nerves) that send messages to different parts of your body, telling them what to do.

In MS, something goes wrong with the protective covering of these wires, kind of like if the rubber on the outside of a wire got damaged. This covering is called myelin, and it helps the messages travel fast and smoothly. When it gets damaged, the messages can get mixed up or slowed down.

This can make someone feel different things, like:

  • Tingling or numbness in their hands or feet, like when your foot falls asleep.
  • Feeling very tired even after resting.
  • Seeing things a bit blurry or feeling dizzy.
  • Muscles might not work as smoothly, making it hard to walk or hold things.

But here’s the important part: people with MS are still the same people they were before. They might just need to take a little more time or use different ways to do things. There are lots of treatments and ways to help manage MS, like special medicines or exercises, to make sure they can keep doing the things they love.

Think of it like this: everyone’s body is like a unique puzzle, and sometimes, some pieces need a bit more care. People with MS are just solving their puzzle in a special way, and they can still play, learn, and have fun, just maybe a bit differently.

Comparing yourself to others is a losing battle

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Either way you look at it, comparisons tend to be bad for us. They are bothersome at the very least. From birth our parents start comparing us with other children. Simultaneously, our teachers and coaches compare us with other children. We compare everything and anything these days. We compare our incomes, our houses, cars, children, and yes even our illnesses. In doing so, even if we feel we win in comparison, WE LOSE!

Just as we are all unique and cannot be compared, it is the same with illnesses. There is NO illness worse than another. ALL illness is terrible. When a person compares someone who has multiple sclerosis with someone that has another illness, they are speaking from a lack of understanding and through filtered lenses. No one can know what someone is experiencing unless they crawled into that person’s body to feel what they feel, and experience what they experience.

One of the most awful experiences is when you share your illness with someone and they proceed to tell you how their approach to MS or some other ailment is the only way you should be living? That you need to adjust your diet and get rid of meat, diet soda, and gluten. That because you aren’t living like they say, you are doing it all wrong? That if you only _____ (fill in the blank) you would feel better?

It can get extremely frustrating when someone assumes they know your body and your journey better than you do. Comparing illnesses or even progressions of the same illness between two different people never works out. When someone does the comparing like that, they have fallen victim to comparisons.

The problem with focusing on other people’s achievements is that you will never measure up. It can make you dissatisfied with your own daily activities and even gives you less strength to keep working towards greater things. Comparison is a thief of joy.

Instead of seeing how you measure up to another person, analyze yourself and ask yourself how well you are doing with the things you need to be doing for yourself. The only one we should ever compare ourselves to is ourselves…

Stay focused on your goals and what you want for life. There is only one of YOU in this world, don’t waste time comparing yourself to others. Instead, make your life count. Striving to live a life that is authentic to your own personal goals.

In the process, don’t get caught up in the envy of another person’s successes or goals attained. Envy is the emotion that you experience when someone else has or does something that you wish you could have or do. If another person gets positive results from a medication or a treatment that you wanted, it is natural to feel a jealous twinge. Instead, consider sending a note of congratulations and enjoying their success.

Focusing on gratitude helps, because much of what you’re grateful for involves the people around you… individuals who have looked out for you, mentored you, and cared for you when you were are your worst. That makes gratitude a wonderful antidote to negative comparisons. It reminds you that there are a lot of people around you who are contributing to your success and who love you.

You are loved for who you are. Don’t you ever forget that.