How I Get Through This
There are times when I look up and say, how did this happen to me? Asking why usually doesn’t get me anywhere, except depression. My present reality really does not allow me to indulge in such questions. I have to cope instead with adjusting to my currently diminished physical capacity and the appalling possibility, nay, probability that this can get much, much worse. How do I then maintain my spirit? Who is the Me who remains when so much of what defined me has been stripped away? Can I transmute this reality into something with meaning and value? Sometimes I find little victories that sustain me. Sometimes I find someone like Holocaust survivor Viktor Frankl to help me navigate these questions. At other times I feel that I am in a boat without a paddle in a raging sea. Mostly I am a work in progress living an unexpected life where most of the rules I thought applied don’t and I am left to rely on whatever inner strength, character, and personal faith I can call on to get me through.
Judy with Peace
Looks like tears maybe are a part of life!
I was cleaning up MSelief.com yesterday evening and I happened on this post of one of Judy’s poems, posted last year. Judy writes beautiful poetry that I’m sure resonates with all of us living a life with MS. You can read more of her poetry by clicking on Judy with Peace above.