Dear MS,
Were you having a laugh? I used to speak three languages, yet that morning three years ago, I woke up unable to speak English.
You threw sand in my eyes and made me walk funny.
And I certainly didn’t want to have that MRI, nor the Medieval lumbar puncture that followed.
But, you know what? You’re here now, so I might as well get used to having you around, you pesky minx, you.
So, keep on making my hand numb (haha), keep on forcing me to sit down and fall asleep no matter what the situation (eek), keep on making me avoid any direct sunlight as if I were a vampire.
You are a parasite and I hate you. You have ruined my life. But sadly, you are part of me now so we might as well get on. I will accept the enforced sleep breaks, the dodgy walking, the tripping. But I will never, ever accept the worst you can throw at me. Who cares if I no longer speak fluent Norwegian? I can still read it, so ner ner ner ner ner.
Who cares if I can no longer write 3000 word essays? I graduated last year. Yah. Boo.Sucks.
You are a leech. You destroy everything you touch. Families, relationships, careers. You took everything from me and you were unrelenting in your destructive mission.
So you chewed me up and spat me out, Dear MS. I lost my partner, my job, my career, most of my friends. But I win. I will be a better Me.
I didn’t ask for you to appear and gnaw at my nerve endings. It’s ironic. I feel you. I feel emotions. And that will not end, no matter what you throw at me.
Yours,
Stumbling XXX