Why I Want to Tell My Story and Why I Know you Don't Want to Know.

You can ask yourself why would I do this. One simple reason. I was talking to my mom. Love my mom. But I was going through something really rough this last month (I'll spare you the details--this post) and I relayed almost all of it to her. She sat through it silently, and then said, so is this a good time or bad time to visit (the time they had proposed in April). She ignored what I had said completely. So I got off the phone when the conversation was over and said to my husband--no one wants to know. It is pretty bad when your mom doesn't even care.

So I said, I am going to write a blog. You can read it, or not. I don't care. I need to write it for myself. My journey is mine. It is not harder than yours, but you don't know what mine is. You also don't hear what I say when I say it, so I'll write it down for you. MS is a monster and it is trying to ruin my life. I am not going to let it, which is why I decided to take control and start living it.

If you want to, you can walk with me while I try to document my journey -- and I know you don't want to know, but you may find yourself walking these paths as you grow older (much older), or you may know someone in my shoes closer to you -- or it may even BE you. Why do I know you don't want to know? Even my mom doesn't want to know...