T (she/her)
Diagnosed with MS at age 20
"With all my might, I held the pencil in my hands. My handwriting did not feel like mine, but more of a child's."
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One night with my Grandma, I was sitting down watching Game of Thrones when I felt the pain in both my feet. The pain felt like my feet were falling asleep. So I decided to go to bed and see if I felt better in the morning. Unfortunately, the morning after, the pain had risen to my knees and eventually up to my arms. I described the pain to my doctor as walking through Jell-o with electricity zapping me throughout my body.
At the time, I was sitting in a hospital gown in a cold emergency room. I was terrified as I had a chemistry midterm the next day, yet I could not even use a pencil. Despite the chaos around me, nurses running around, machines beeping, and other patients. I felt alone. A neurologist had just asked me if I suffered from depression. I thought this was an easy way to find out why these symptoms were occurring. After being discharged, my dad drove me home. I wrote my midterm the following day. With all my might, I held the pencil in my hands. My handwriting did not feel like mine, but more of a child's.
At the time, I was sitting in a hospital gown in a cold emergency room. I was terrified as I had a chemistry midterm the next day, yet I could not even use a pencil. Despite the chaos around me, nurses running around, machines beeping, and other patients. I felt alone. A neurologist had just asked me if I suffered from depression. I thought this was an easy way to find out why these symptoms were occurring. After being discharged, my dad drove me home. I wrote my midterm the following day. With all my might, I held the pencil in my hands. My handwriting did not feel like mine, but more of a child's.