Feeling Sorry for Myself
Ok, I admit right up front that this a whiney post. I’m usually a positive, optimistic person, so I might figure out a way to feel better by the end of this. My occasional depression seems to be visiting me this June; uninvited, of course. This visitor is partly dressed in MS and partly in aging. I usually try to focus on things I CAN do rather than things I can’t, but then I grab my cane as I get up from a fatigue-fighting midday nap and limp across the room to get some water. I remember when I was a fast walker, all of three or four years ago. I remember I had a personal trainer who helped me build strength, stamina, a flat stomach and plenty of confidence, four characteristics I lack at the moment. I try to remind myself, in my usual “half full not half empty” way, that MS slows me down but doesn’t stop me; then I sit down again, too tired to do anything. As all of this negativity and whining washes over me, I start thinking about retirement. I should be ecstatic that I am o...