Allow Yourself to Grieve
I trudged on in complete denial for the first four months after the shock of my MS diagnosis. Overloaded with a host of new symptoms, I felt angry for being sick. A guilty narrative played over and over in my head like a depressing Moby track: If only I had taken better care of myself, ‘I’ wouldn’t have created more lesions. I remember going to a restaurant and having complete sensory overload. I became so overheated I had to strip off in the loo and splash myself with water like a complete lunatic.