Dear Fellow readers,
something has been bubbling up for a while and I thought I would write about it here. I am not MS. Like I am not my body. If i lost a leg i would still be me. If i couldn't see or walk or even write, I would still be "in here." Ram Dass said: “I am not this body. I am in this body, and this is part of my incarnation and I honor it but that isn’t who I am.” so who am I? I am the love on the inside trying to show myself, despite the multiple failings of my body. Does trouble walking give me compassion for people i used to ignore? yes. Does it make me slow down and even the dreaded asking for help? yes. Does it help me show the love that is the real me? Maybe so. Would be happy to hear your thoughts. thanks in advance for your responses.