I've begun to visualize MS as similar to being on a sailboat...at times it's a wonderful, smooth ride...then choppy waters and storms come, followed by more smooth sailing.

When I was first dxd, I was relieved to get an answer. Then, when the first shipment of Copaxone arrived, I opened the box, saw the syringes, and sobbed. It became all too real.

I go through times such as you are...I have a boo hoo session, feel sorry for myself, then dust myself off and get up and fight on...

It helps to have the support of family and places like this to get hugs...

And as for the picture described, I always ask myself, why not me? I am no more important, and thus not immune to the slings and arrows of life, than anyone else on this planet.
Every human has a story...I think of the hungry children around the world, the war zones, so much misery...this is not heaven...it's Earth...very imperfect...