It must be quite remarkable to compare a past moment in your MS story with the current state of healing and restoration. The only thing in my life that I can compare it to is when I find photographs of myself when I was deep in anorexia. They are painful, and they drudge up a lot of feelings that I hate, including remorse. But it’s also a profoundly hopeful moment for me each time I look at the shadowy girl I used to be, and then stare down at my strong body, witnessing the healthy woman I’ve become.
Appreciate this post.
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