2019

This year has been so tumultuous

Right from the start in fact

I remember last New Year’s Eve

We had decided to stay home and then at the last minute we went up to my sisters house

I was so anxious

I had to take Ativan to get me there

To go to my sisters house

Where it would be a casual night with some friends

The worst would be still to come

In the early days of 2019

I went to emergency rooms

To crisis centres

I felt like I was going crazy

I was so afraid

All the time

I didn’t want Joey to leave me alone

I ended up staying with my parents for what I thought would be a short time

It was 4 months until I went back home

To my husband

To my dogs

To my own home

I didn’t know then that there would still be so many battles ahead

2019 brought with it a rare blood disorder

That I still don’t know if it’s permanently here to stay

It brought a 3 day hospitalization due to aforementioned blood disorder

It brought a disastrous trip to Florida in which Joey and I both thought I was going to die

It brought tears

Biweekly blood tests

New fears

It brought pain and a lot of heartache

2019 also brought me a peace within I’ve never really known before

Through creating art

It brought me the ability to make and hell…even sell art

It brought me friends made in group therapy

It brought me closure and a kind of acceptance with my panic disorder and MS

2019 brought to the forefront

A strength I did not think I possessed

It brought the undeniable knowledge

That I’m a fighter

And a survivor

With it came the ability to want to celebrate my life

So for my 38th bday I did

For once

I didn’t hate my birthday

I had a huge soirée and celebrated myself

2019

I’m not sorry to see you go

I don’t think I can honestly say I’m happy you were ever here

But without any hesitance or wavering

I can undoubtedly say

You showed me things about myself that I still hadn’t learned in 38 years

I’m grateful 2019 is coming to an end

And although you won’t disappear without having left a mark or scar on me

I wouldn’t be me without you

And I can’t be mad at you for that…

The Perfect Storm

I’ve been thinking a lot lately

Thinking about people…society

Thinking about being a ‘sick person’

About having a mental illness

I struggled long before my MS diagnosis

I struggled for years because of anxiety and depression

Even with treatment, I still struggled

Like MS, there is no cure for my mental illness

There is no quick fix

Even the medical treatments for both come with explicit warnings and precautions

So it seems like there a lot of similarities

Except for one major difference between my mental health and MS:

The way society perceives both

While many people don’t understand or really know what MS is all about

There is more empathy for people with MS than there is for mental heath sufferers

People seem to acknowledge that nobody would choose to have MS

However with mental health, people place a huge amount of responsibility on the individuals shoulders

Especially with mood disorders like mine

‘Snap out of it’

‘Be positive’

‘Exercise..it’ll make you feel better’

I’m sure I could fill countless pages with similar pieces of unsolicited advice

Not just from friends and family

But also from the medical field

It’s almost funny how after I found out about the MS

There was a certain credibility that I was awarded

My mental illness wasn’t enough to warrant unbiased compassion

But MS…

That’s different

Or maybe it’s the combination

Like your mom’s handwritten recipe for human compassion

While I’m grateful it’s awarded me more understanding in some avenues of my life

Something about it also strikes me

It must mean that I’ve become something like the perfect storm