Brittany "Explains" It All

I'll be honest with you, this past month has been rough. Not the dramatic, crisis-level rough that makes for compelling stories. Just... rough. That quiet, heavy kind of rough that settles in and makes itself at home before you even realize it's moved in. The grief of who I want to be has got me feeling down. There it is again, that grief. It sneaks up on me sometimes, whispering about the version of me that exists only in my imagination now. The one without MS, the one who c

I've been thinking a lot lately about how my MS diagnosis affects my friends and family. And not just in the obvious ways, but the deeper stuff. The emotional weight they carry. The grief they navigate in silence. I know I'm in a constant state of grief. I feel it every day in different ways. The loss of the version of me that used to exist. But what I think I fail to recognize is the grief my friends and family are going through as well. Because they're grieving too. The rea

There’s this thought that’s been stuck in my head for the past few weeks, “It’s a privilege to be underestimated.” I know, it sounds weird, right? The other day, my 7-year-old daughter was upset because her brother told her he didn’t think she could do something. And without even thinking, I heard myself say, “You know what, it’s a privilege to be underestimated.” She looked at me confused and then smiled. That was the moment I realized that I truly believe this. Because here

Living with a chronic illness is like being an actor in a play, one where the script keeps changing. Some days, I feel like I'm nailing...