The silent grief I carry beneath the surface with MS

What began with a diagnosis has reshaped every day of my life

Written by Desiree Lama |

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Living with multiple sclerosis (MS) is often described in medical terms — lesions, relapses, progression curves, and other jargon — that don’t always register in my mind. But a diagnosis is also associated with grief, a quieter and oftentimes silent reality that doesn’t hit all at once, but is instead slow and shapeshifting, settling into the corners of daily life.

The grief of MS is layered and complex because of how it alters almost every aspect of life. Even during periods of stability, uncertainty is ever-present. Plans are penciled in rather than inked, while certainty becomes conditional. Grief comes from what has already been lost, and from what might be lost.

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Invisible grief

Much of my grief lives in that uncertainty. One day, I move through the world with relative ease; the next, fatigue presses down as if gravity has doubled overnight. My hands, which once moved freely, become hesitant because of pain, numbness, and tingling. Words sometimes slip out of reach and leave me feeling as though I cannot convey a coherent thought. For someone on the outside looking in, these things may seem small, but for me, they accumulate. Every slip-up and new or worsening symptom is like a quiet negotiation between who I was and who I am becoming.

Socially, subtle distancing begins when my energy, access needs, or limits don’t align with others’. The invitations I decline, the events I leave early, the careful considerations before every “yes,” and the last-minute cancellations because my body said “not today” cause me to mourn not just activities, but that version of myself who once could participate without having to strategize every step.

What makes this grief especially complex is its invisibility. Much of my MS happens beneath the surface — the fatigue that looks like quietness, the pain that looks like stillness, and the cognitive fog that looks like distraction. Those of us with MS must carry our grief along with the burden of having to explain or legitimize our experience to others.

And yet, our grief is rarely just sorrow. As MS forces us to adapt, we learn to manage with humor or deep creativity. Many people living with MS become expert problem-solvers, attentive listeners to our own bodies, and fierce advocates for access and flexibility. The grief does not disappear, but it changes shape as new forms of strength take root.

Living with MS is not only a story of loss, but also one of resilience. The two can coexist while we grieve what has changed, even as we continue day by day to build a life that is still meaningful, still expansive, and still very much our own.


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Lucinda Martinez avatar

Lucinda Martinez

Thank you Desiree for a very honest and accurate analysis of what life can be like for someone with MS. For me, at any rate, your words ring very true, and your thoughts & conclusions are extremely helpful. Best wishes.

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Lisa Bowser

Thank you for your article! I have been in secondary progressive MS for several years, and I definitely had to give myself time to grieve the transition. I had to take time just to let sink in how differently things became. I am way more exhausted, and I recently fell. My cognition is not good and I feel like I'm becoming way more obvious in my disability. Sometimes people could look at me and not tell there is something wrong, but it's becoming much more obvious. At least to me. Stay strong and blessed and continue being a blessing through your writing!

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Caroline Howlett

Your writing really hit the mark Desiree. I am now nearly 60, diagnosed in the early ‘90s. Carrying grief about the loss of so many aspects in our lives is a heavy burden, especially when people think “you look so well” & fatigue will be better after “a good rest”. Keep on keeping on is the mantra my Mum used to use - it’s all we can really do to try to mitigate against our silent grief.

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Glenda Hendry

I named this “A Dying Ember”:

My veins are filled with Elmer’s glue
My head is ALWAYS splitting in two
My bones are made of solid ice
The itching in weird spots - not nice.

My empathy has fled
I can barely get into bed
My shoes weigh 200 pounds each
Everything is just out of reach.

I have no control of simple things
My voice no longer sings
My handwriting is illegible
My reading comprehension is negligible.

I yearn for minimal abilities
I miss the simple agilities
To walk, to run, to eat, to remember
I feel like a dying ember.

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Dave M avatar

Dave M

Good article. Very true for me (us). Thanks

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Izzy avatar

Izzy

Beautifully written, thank you from another soul with MS.

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