Hello, dear readers! I love you and I hope you love me too. Today’s post is a heartfelt exploration of how our perception shapes our reality, especially when dealing with life’s challenges like Multiple Sclerosis (MS). Before diving in, I want to share a bit about why I named this blog “Me, Myself, and MS. I assure you it wasn’t because I was feeling depress or lonely. The “Me” represents the part of me representing himself, and is known as Jonathan. The “Myself” is the spirit or soul aspect. And the “MS” well, it’s the uninvited guest in my life, the third person at the party who’s been around for the past seven years. So to that lets cheers to life and the mystery of never knowing what awaits us, to the flow of potential outcomes that blow in our direction.
Inspired by Alan Watts
This post is inspired by the philosopher Alan Watts. I’ve spent hours listening to his thoughts on life, and every time I listen I find little nuggets of wisdom by him. Watts’ discussions on ego, life, and spirit often resonate deeply with me. I wish he were still alive; I would have loved to attend one of his lectures. His philosophy often revolves around individual perception and the nature of reality, suggesting that our suffering is deeply connected to how we perceive ourselves and the world.
Perception and Reality
The experience of suffering, particularly with something as debilitating as MS, can often feel profoundly isolating. You might think, “Nobody cares about what I’m going through,” and in many ways, this feeling is rooted in the very nature of our human existence. We live in a society that prizes independence, strength, and productivity. When illness strips these away, it can appear the world is indifferent to our pain. This perception, however, is not a reflection of reality but a product of our conditioned minds.
Most people are deeply engrossed in their own struggles and challenges. They are not unsupportive; they are simply preoccupied. What I also l love to say is “Life is Lifing“, and understanding this can be liberating. It invites us to look beyond our immediate circle for empathy and connection. There are communities and individuals who understand the trials of living with chronic illness. Their care and support might not be immediately visible, but they exist.
It is important to recognize that the feeling of being uncared for, or a better word neglected is part of the human condition. It is an experience shared by many, not just those with Multiple Sclerosis. The freedom lies in shifting our perspective from seeking validation and care from others to cultivating compassion within ourselves. By doing so, we transform our relationship with our suffering. We come to see that, while others may not fully understand our pain, we are not alone in our experiences of struggle.
To keep it short, cute, and simple for me it isn’t about the how and the whys any more. Personally for me it’s about mindfulness and presence. I will get into this notion in just a little. On this journey, mindfulness and presence play crucial roles. By grounding ourselves in the present moment, we can ease some of the mental anguish that accompanies our physical suffering. We learn to embrace the now, not as a fleeting escape, but as a profound acceptance of what is. True compassion starts within, and from there it can ripple outward, connecting us to a larger web of shared human experience. This approach emphasizes self-compassion, mindfulness, and a broader understanding of human connection, aligning with today’s post inspired by and dedicated to the late Alan Watts’ philosophy.
My Personal Reflections
A diagnosis of a life-threatening, terminal illness, or an autoimmune disease like MS can lead to profound feelings of loneliness and isolation. I have experienced this loneliness, both while being injured in 2014 and now with my incurable disease. More so when I was injured and healing from a patellar tendon rupture back in 2014. At the time, this was the most painful injury I had ever endured in my 36 years of life at the time. The recovery was long, challenging, and very lonely. I could not drive or lift anything for about three months. Visiting anyone in my condition was not a particularly good idea either. For those long three months, I had to keep my leg elevated all day long. I remember spending my days doing Physical Therapy and playing a heap of video games. But there were no visits or phone calls waiting for me. To be completely honest, there were only two people who came to visit me while I was healing. One brought me a six-pack of beer and a furry friend to cheer me up. My other friend brought his whole family and a bag of mushrooms to help me heal. I never received a phone call from any of my family members who knew about my situation. This left me feeling sad and depressed. I felt as though all my kindness and the sacrifices I had made for others were not reciprocated.
I woke up every day with nothing to look forward to other than getting stronger at PT and playing video games. I did not know how to process what I was feeling. I would get anxious thinking about those who never called or stopped by to give me their sympathy. I spent the first half of my morning feeling sorry for myself. How is it that I had so many friends and family members, yet no one checked in on me? I remember feeling this way for a brief time until I realized that I’m okay. No I mean I am really okay without the support. I was okay without the cheerleading. Why would I need a bunch of people wishing me well? Half of them don’t genuinely care anyway. I am being somewhat facetious, but I try to be my own voice of reason by reminding myself that people have their own problems and lives to live. I am just a small part of their larger story. I try to give myself the best advice, but my ego will say, “You would do it for others.” Yes, absolutely I would sacrifice my time to help anyone. I’ve always been like this since a very early age. I am helpful by nature, not just physically but emotionally as well. It was then, in November 2014, that a new “Myself” me was born.
Fast forward ten years and an autoimmune disease later, I find myself facing another life-altering journey. This time, I do not expect anyone to check in on me. I am preoccupied with my own needs, as I have no other choice. No one can assure me that I will be alright. The people who are around me today are the ones who truly matter. The universe has brought special individuals into my life who not only care about me but would do anything for me. From my past experiences, I have learned to approach life with a more realistic and compassionate mindset. I do not hold any resentment toward those who were not there for me. I have learned to accept my situation through my spirituality, though I am still learning how to apply it to my illness.
Closing Thoughts
I still need and cherish the support from my family, and friends who are like family. You know who you are if you are reading this today. To a great extent, I have relied on my loving wife, kids with additional support from my brother-in-law and a close friend(s) who are like family. It isn;t much but I like to keep my grass short. Sometimes, we must rely on blood rather than water in times of need. Pear trees cannot produce apples, and those who pretendedo be there all along had nothing to give. It took me years to understand that they were not withholding compassion out of spite or anger; they simply had none to give. I am still learning how to accept my spirituality and apply it to my sickness. I am also convinced that my MS is not just a lesson for me but a spiritual lesson for those around me. How they can be of service, and w they will treat and deal with me are part of their journey too. What gets me sometimes are those who go to church and see me and think that GOD is coming and they need to look busy. That notion may have went over some heads, and I’ll explain later in another post what I truly mean. This disease is my lesson as well. The lesson here is patience, perseverance, and maintaining compassion in my heart.
Thank you for reading, and may we all find the strength and compassion within ourselves to navigate the complexities of life. Cheers to the mystery and the flow of potential outcomes that life brings our way.
Me Myself, and MS 