I don’t feel sorry for myself often (OK, more often than I feel comfortable admitting), and I wouldn’t say I necessarily feel sorry for myself when others unload their struggles all while seeming oblivious to mine, but I do want to feel like my friends care about my life, too, and that they’re sensitive to what life with MS entails, to try and see what it might be like. I don’t expect them to understand, but I feel like sometimes more light needs to be shed on how tough MS can be. Maybe, just maybe, those like me who hold it all in should complain a little bit more. We don’t even have to complain, just be honest. But that would mean someone else would have to stop and listen...really listen.
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