Birds Just Don’t Fly

Dear readers, I began this blog about a year ago after a fellow blogger Cathy Chester, who is a ferocious advocate for MS, suggested it during a twitter conversation.

Creating awareness should be our number one priority and  also creating spaces where we can share what it is to live with MG with others who go through the same things on a daily basis.

Myasthenia isn’t called the snowflake  disease for nothing, we all are different, but at the same time  share common denominators. As so many other immune diseases.

We all aspire feeling well enough to complete tasks as simple as showering, walking, or eating. These simple day to day tasks are colossal for us sometimes and not only take away from our quality of life, but also from our very core.

We struggle each day with our feelings and emotions trying to find sense in our lives and figuring out how not to just give up.

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It took me some time, but I think that finally I’ve found a glimpse on  my way in this tumultuous road of wellness.  Some of us tend to think that wellness is the same thing as health, and it’s not.

I ask myself, how can a person who is not healthy achieve a state of wellness that can overcome anything she or he has to endure?

To be honest, I don’t know.  I’m trying to discover the answer to this question through my journal,  jotting down how I feel along my journeys.

Each afternoon a flock of white birds fly above my yard and they are perfectly synchronized nevertheless, their perfection wasn’t achieved without at least falling down a couple of times and finding their exact place in the flock.

So my friends, I’m not going to find my purpose or be well without a bit of pain each time I fall.  However, what brings me hope is believing that I will be able to fly at some point and find a perfect place for myself in this thing called life.

Thanks for stopping by and reading my blog and making me company in my journey through life.

See you around.

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MG & Flare-Ups: Humbug

Dear readers, when flare-ups come around my life I feel like the MG Scrooge and I just want to say “Humbug”.

I’m not going to write about the specifics of our flare-ups because each one of us will have a different story to tell.  I’d like to humbly share my feelings about these awful flare-ups reaching out to others so we can make the best of it together.

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I hate to feel weak.

It makes me cranky, sad and defeated. The worse part is knowing that my body is doing this to me AGAIN. It feels like I’m punching myself in the face. Ouch!

I wanted to make this point because sometimes other people think it’s easy for me to remain positive and cheery all the time when the truth is I’m  not feeling like that at all.

However being the hopeless believer I am, after my initial “humbug” I come around and begin the healing process once more.  At this point I’m not that interested in healing my body, but healing my drenched spirit. Getting it together and moving forward once again.

Even though my family loves me tons and tries to do the best to support me, sometimes I need to attain comfort within me so I can deal with the issues each relapse brings. I can have them a million times and each one of them is going to be different except for the weakness which all of us know is the common denominator.

Reading and listening to music helps me tons. One of my favorite blogs to read ever is from Cathy Chester,  she battles multiple sclerosis and through her writings I feel better because I can relate to many things she brings to the table.

 

One of my favorite authors is Jane Austin, and in her book Emma, there’s a quote I absolutely love,

“It is well to have as many holds upon happiness as possible.”

For all of us happiness means different things, but one is common to all human race and it’s about finding solace and peace within our lives. Facing a chronic illness takes away so much, that it’s darn difficult not to become Scrooges.

I would always think about the negative whey before bringing any positives into context. Nowadays, I’m trying to retrain my brain, so positive thinking comes always first.

Many times I’ve smirked at myself, thinking, “Who am I kidding?”, but I always come back and try to just collect myself and keep on going.  It’s so easy to give up and so hard to keep my spirits up.

But, you know my dear friends, all of us are a work in progress.  For some it’s gonna be easy, for others not so.  However, let’s hang in there, because like Phil Collins sings, “It’s gonna be all right.”

 Don’t forget to find meaning and purpose in each day, and  to reach out to others. When we give it a try, it’s pretty amazing.

I invite you to come along on my quest for wellness not only of my body, but most importantly of my soul