Perception Over Pain: Making a Mental Shift with SPMS

Thank you for sharing this

Wow! You just described me! I do have PPMS, but what you shared touched my soul. I even read parts of it to my husband, and I asked him if it sounded like me. And each time he said yes! God bless you, and God bless everyone fighting a physical disability!,

Nice writing. Though I did M.Com & MBA, but I compelled to leave my job due to my Multiple sclerosis reason. Now I give tutions to children. This writing inspired me lot.

I love this! As a blogger myself, and as my body also has begun the transition into SPMS, I could almost copy this word for word. (Of course I won't, but it describes me and my feelings) Thank you for sharing

Keep being positive. I am sorry you are in pain.

Thanx to the author. I felt like this was taken from my life's story. I feel encouraged and that hasn't been easy lately)

I find it interesting that you admitted you lied. I lie too. Nobody wants a grocery list of my issues. If you tell the truth two things happen: their body language tells me the feel sorry for me, they try to help me by grabbing my arm to support me. I don’t want people touching me, I always feel they don’t know how to help and if I fall down I run the risk of breaking two hips, mine and theirs. I manage by 'monkey barring'. I go from one bolted secure item to the next. I hold on to doorknobs (closed doors). My husband is a big guy so I don’t mind his help, and I use my walker. My mother in law who’s 89 tries to take my arm and I have to say firmly, thank you, no disrespect intended, but please let go of me. Her answer was, well I was hoping you'd hold me up. ? I believe that life is full of self fulfilling prophecies. You tell yourself you're a wallflower, that’s where you'll be. If you tell yourself today is going to be a bad day, that’s what it will be. I just bought a wheelchair and the man just dropped it off. I could bum out and say poor me I need a wheelchair, but I’m actually excited. I bought one off of Craigslist, the kind they use to play wheelchair basket ball. To be able to go somewhere under my own power is liberating. To not need someone to push me and having them breathe down my neck is liberating. Life is what you make it. Sometimes, on those days when your pain seems to be winning this round, you have to say, ok I really need to deal with this, and do whatever you can do to survive. But on those days we are graced with the ability to function, the sun shines brighter for us. The air smells sweeter. Because we know the value of things other people take for granted.

Thank you for the uplifting words to start my day with ?

I really enjoy reading your column Jennifer, but now knowing the constant pain and fatigue you endure while writing them makes me appreciate your effort and positive attitude even more. I have PPMS and like you, have deep faith that keeps me looking forward despite the challenges of MS. I especially reflect on Revelation 21:4 when God promises that pain will be no more :)