Welcome to my spiritual and journey into Multiple Sclerosis. I love you and I hope you love me too. The above affirmation will be my affirmations for the rest of the year. I never really bought into all this touchy feely, namaste stuff, but hey they’re like mental sticky notes to remind me how fabulous I am (or strive to be). So before I answer the burning question of the day how the hell am I really doing. I hope some of you are getting a kick out of reading my blog post. I wish you all could just peek into my world and see what it’s like living with MS. Spoiler alert: it’s not all sunshine and rainbows, but I’m here to spill the tea! I would like to say that I know this post is a little late and over due.
So, how am I doing? Oh boy, what a loaded question! I get asked this all the time, and my answer is like a game of roulette—it changes based on who’s pulling the trigger! I might just say, “Do you genuinely want to know, or are you waiting for me to say I’m ‘just fine’?” And by “fine,” I mean F***ed-up, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional. Yep, that’s the gospel truth! Thank you Christina Applegate for giving me that saying. I have to chuckle when my boss, who is probably trying to channel his inner-life-coach, asks me how I’m doing. Let me break it down: I’m in pain and tired something you or anyone else can only imagine while you on a beach somewhere. Sometimes I get asked “Working from home?” Now that would be a dream! But for now, I’m strutting into the office like a trooper, showing up for eight hours of fun. While looking like a Latin version of Xavier from X-Men. And for anyone thinking I should chat with HR about accommodations—dear reader I’ve been there, done that, and got the t-shirt that says, “HR: Hilarious Refusal.” Seriously, the whole diversity and inclusion thing at my workplace? Let’s just say, it’s more of a myth than unicorns! I could go on, but let’s be real nobody wants to hear about your problems when they’re busy with their own B.S.
Now let’s pivot—I’m mentally cruising along quite nicely. I’d give myself an 8.5 out of 10, which is a huge win considering the surrounding chaos! I hate election time, I’ll leave it at that. Again my mental health has been riding high for quite some time. Sure, I might not be living in the dreamland I pictured as a kid, but I’m here, playing my part on this cosmic stage called life. When I start to feel like an imposter on my journey, I’ve got my secret weapons to keep me grounded. Whether it’s deep-breathing, meditation, video games, reading or just watching some dam TV in my living room. I am human underneath my humor, anxiety, depression, and Stress. That word stress, that ever present feeling we all know too well, is like that neighbor who never quite leaves but sometimes brings cookies. It’s never fully gone, but I’ve leaned into it and say, “Alright, what’s bothering you this time Jon?” Yeah I talk to myself, but I don’t answer my own questions hahha. You see, I’m no different from most folks. I mean, who isn’t stressed about something? I always say if you’re alive and moving, you’re bound to bump into a little stress here and there. Sometimes stress masquerades as its moodier cousin, depression. I can hear signs of depression in my voice when I chat every week with my psychiatrist. She asks, “How have you been since last week?” I want to say, “Not depressed… well, maybe just a smidge.” Because really, who would be totally okay with losing a part of themselves that they can never get back? I will never be the guy I was in the early 2000s, and that’s something. It’s like I’m in this perpetual state of grieving for my old self. There’s anger, sadness, and a sprinkle of melancholy about my multiple sclerosis, this uninvited guest that just won’t leave the party. But every day I choose not to throw myself a pity party. When I feel myself sinking a little, I try to figure out what my soul needs. It’s like a spiritual detective game. What will make my spirit do a little happy dance? And no, the answer isn’t always food although a Sunday brunch or a dinner in Williamsburg or Long Island never hurts. So, what do I do instead? I step outside when I can, soaking in the fresh air, as long as the universe isn’t cranking up the heat to “fry an egg on the sidewalk” levels. A good movie at the theater with my family? Yes, please. Or maybe a little gaming session with whatever my favorite video game of the month is. It’s about finding those little pockets of joy, those moments where I can let my soul breathe and remember that, even with all the stress, life has these beautiful, quirky moments that make it all worth it. Even when I fall to the floor and hurt myself, there is a moment of humor and a weird knowing. Listen up reader life is a wild ride, and I’m just strapped in, ready for the next twist and turn!
For almost two years since diagnosis’s there is one thing I find myself nodding along with when doctors and professionals talk about Multiple Sclerosis (MS), it’s that it can bring anxiety and depression along for the ride. The anxiety part? Oh, that one really hits home for me. The uncertainty of it all is like having a suspense thriller play out in your body. I cannot help but think maybe I’ll lose my vision today, or maybe the feeling in my arm or leg will just decide to take a vacation. Maybe I’ll get those tremors and won’t be able to play video games—now that’s a tragedy of epic proportions. Or perhaps Zeus himself will decide to throw a lightning bolt my way, and I’ll get that electrifying jolt in my neck or arm. It’s like playing an unpredictable game of MS roulette, wondering which symptom is going to pop up next. I’ve heard stories from other MS warriors who have these electrifying encounters, pun intended. Let me just say having your central nervous system on the fritz is like your body’s version of a bad Wi-Fi connection. Put that in your perspective when you want to know how it feels like having MS, I did have a few cases of Zeus’s wrath, and it’s not something you’d ever get used to. I just hope this doesn’t turn into a daily occurrence. Thank GOD they are far and few right now. For those of you without MS who might have felt this lightning effect in the past—don’t worry, it’s not MS; it’s just your body’s way of giving you a little taste of the MS experience. Lucky you! This whole unpredictability thing leaves me anxious about the endless possibilities of what new symptoms I might have next.. It’s like life is playing a game of “What might Go Wrong?” And trust me, these symptoms would make things more challenging for this already challenged person. Even a simple cold can exaggerate my current symptoms. And wouldn’t you know it, as I write this, I’m actually fighting something now. It’s been a rough four days. Dammit, all I want to do is sit here, relax, and maybe take a nap. Is that too much to ask? But hey, that’s the MS life. It’s all about coping, to laugh at the absurdity of it all, and to keep moving forward, one day at a time. And maybe, just maybe, find a little humor in the chaos.
Not to sound like a broken record. But again how do I deal with this sickness everyday. Well it isn’t easy but I smoke Crack and Sniff Crystal Meth. Ah-haaa ah-haaa…. I am joking. I can’t afford crack. But seriously how do I manage. Like I mentioned earlier:
- For one I listen to my neurologist doctor. She is the best doctor in the world.
- I listen to my wife. She knows me better than anyone and when she wants me to do something I get on it.
- I do meditate like I said before, once or twice a day . It helps to identify daily emotions, and be aware of uncomfortable feelings or MS sensations . Almost like being comfortable with the uncomfortable.
- I distract myself by doing something like reading, video gaming, podcast ( which I haven’t done in a while), and I blog.
- I hate to say this and be so transparent, but this one thing serves as both a medicine for my condition and a distraction. I smoke a little bit of weed. Every other day, okay maybe everyday, BUT the weed helps. It gets me out of my head and also helps with some pain relief. It isn’t a cure, and I don’t abuse it or disrespect this medicine.
This has been one long post, but I promise you that we right near the end. I am really conscientious about my exploration of using weed. In fact I wanted to hide this from folks for the sake of not being judged. So here I go trying to explain myself like a 16 year old getting caught. It isn’t easy to sit with the “dis-ease” that your body is feeling. I know, sounds like a spiritual cliché, but when I’m in discomfort and meditating, it just makes me hyper-aware that, yes, I am very much alive and aware. Though sometimes, to get out of that mental loop of panic, and anxiety, I feel the need to smoke a little weed. And let me tell you, it helps. Weed has this magical way of helping me sleep and relax. With a little hint of I don’t give a f**k. Don’t you worry, though—I’m not going to show up at your birthday party high like I just came from a Cypress Hill concert. Beyond that, I do see a therapist once a week like I mentioned earlier, and it really helps me with tools to navigate the unwelcome stress and anxiety. I’m still not sold on the whole “you’re depressed” thing that my therapist keeps bringing up. I mean, I’m skeptical about it. I also see another therapist once a year who specializes in my condition as part of my yearly wellness program. Usually, I pass on this one because, hey I’ve already got one therapist in my corner. But the wellness program I am a part of also involves cognitive testing, puzzles and a walking tests—it’s like my annual tune-up for cars.
Through all this sickness and the baggage it brings, I’m really trying to figure out today where the new me fits in this world. Since a young boy I have always felt a bit out of place which makes this slightly altered Jon feel intensely … becoming, no….befitting, no …. GOD I can’t find the right word, OH! “accepting” is the word. I’ll get back to that in another blog post later. But I had to stop clinging to the narrative of the old me. Some days I feel like I’m just an objective point of existence, and other times I’m simply Jonathan, a person trying not to get caught up in the this world’s duality of things. The current me comes with a few downgrades. Tasks take longer, my walk is slow and semi-steady, my mind is a slower in remembering. Today I am just the guy who never knows what today will bring for him. I’m also the anxious one, like back when I used to on the front stoop in 1987, waiting for his dad to pick him up—a throwback to my childhood, and the boy from a broken home, but that’s a story for another time. Trust me, it’s a real tearjerker. But back to the present. I can’t undo my situation, but I can try to make it more comfortable and strive for some balance of health. It’s not about putting out of mind in what’s happened, but about finding a way to live within this new reality, to find a balance, and to carve out a space where this “new me” can feel like he belongs.
Me Myself, and MS 