When I was 17, I did my Junior year project paper on MS.
It was on how no matter what it should be medicated and blah blah blah.
I want to go back in time and punch 17 year old me in the face.I wasn’t diagnosed when I wrote it. I thought MS was something other people got, not me. I didn’t know how terrible it felt to not be able to do some things, or how badly injecting hurt.
I know the medicine is good and trying to help, but it feels like someone’s tazing me repeatedly in the thigh.
I hate complaining, but I hate keeping it bottled up inside me too.