I Have MS, But That’s Not the Whole Story
“Now let me be real with you—I’ve had moments where I felt like I couldn’t bear it. I’ve faced seasons where just getting out of bed was a victory. But still—I’m here. Still moving, still writing, still testifying, still full of joy.”
I had my first “stroke” at age 6. That’s how my journey with Multiple Sclerosis began—though no one knew it then.
After that, I lived with crippling migraines, constant fatigue, and strange episodes of numbness and tingling. I was a child sitting in front of a neurologist who told me it was just “growing pains.” But deep down, I knew something was wrong.
It wasn’t until I was 17 years old, after losing vision in one eye, that I finally received the diagnosis: Multiple Sclerosis.
And if that’s all you knew about me, you’d be missing the best parts.
Because yes, I have MS. But that’s not the whole story. Not even close.
🕊️ But God Had Another Plan
At 17, I was scared. Angry. Confused. My future felt like it had just been rewritten in a language I didn’t understand. But even then, God was already speaking over me—words of life, purpose, and strength.
There’s a verse that’s held me through every flare-up and every tear.
“God is faithful; He will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you can bear.” – 1 Corinthians 10:13
Now let me be real with you—I’ve had moments where I felt like I couldn’t bear it. I’ve faced seasons where just getting out of bed was a victory. But still—I’m here. Still moving, still writing, still testifying, still full of joy.
And I haven’t walked this alone.
🧡 My Parents, My Lifeline
God gave me the kind of parents that pray over you, fight for you, and hold you up when your legs won’t.
They’ve sat in too many waiting rooms, held my hand through too many IV lines, and believed for me when I couldn’t believe for myself. They’ve been my biggest supporters, my fiercest protectors, and my soft place to land.
I wouldn’t be here without them. And I wouldn’t be me.
✍🏽 Why This Blog Exists
This space is for the real, the raw, the funny, the faith-filled, and the honest.
Some days I’ll talk about MS—what it’s really like to live with a chronic, invisible disease.
Some days I’ll talk about God—how I’ve cried out to Him, clung to Him, and been carried by Him.
Some days, I’ll just talk about life—like why I still wear lip gloss to neurology appointments.
Some posts will be free to read. Others will be deeper and more personal—reserved for paid subscribers who want to support this journey and join me in building a space for those living with illness, disability, or just deep faith in hard places.
But however you’re here—free or paid—you’re welcome. Especially if you’ve ever felt like your pain was overlooked. Especially if you’ve ever had to keep going through the fog. Especially if you’ve ever asked, “Why me?”
I’m here to tell you: God didn’t forget about you.
You are not too broken to be used.
📬 What’s Next?
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Come back next week. I’ll be here—truthfully, tenderly, and unapologetically telling my story.
Because MS is part of it, but never the end of it.
I have MS, but that’s not the whole story.
