This is so interesting to me. It's odd, I'm really not angry very often and I don't feel that I repress a lot of anger. I'm more of an "I don't care, this is just how it is" kind of person. I surrendered a thriving, fairly young career when I realized that I could no longer both work and live at the same time. I chose to live as much as I can, as fast as I can. I truly feel like I've been in a race against the progression. It's practically a healthy competition to me.

For everything MS has robbed me of, it has given back to me tenfold in new opportunities and people. I know for certain that my great relationships and great adventures would never otherwise have been available to me. Work was my life.

I'm not at all thankful for MS or what it has done to my body, but I am thankful for the peaceful and fulfilling life that I consider it to have provided me.