Three years go so fast.
Yet oh so slow.
There's been a lot to process, a lot to acclimatize to, a lot of deep breathing and trying not to cry.
But there's also been a lot of hope, a lot of promise, and still - a lot of support.
To everyone who helps me fundraise, gets involved, spreads the word, makes me laugh or listens to me rant - thank you. You are part of the reason I feel accepting of my MS.
Getting diagnosed with a chronic, life-long disease is never an enjoyable experience. Never something you revel in along the way. But, for me, it has been the most forceful catalyst to understanding who I am. Knowing that self right in the middle of my being.
I don't know why I mark this day. Why I remember.
Maybe I need to let go of some loose emotion.
Maybe I need to do something special for myself.
Maybe I just need to pat myself on the back and say, You got this.