There is a reason I’m wearing red lipstick despite the fact that it’s the morning and I’m about to go to uni and commence a process of explaining to those few souls brave enough to question me as to why. May 26th everyone is wearing red lipstick to raise awareness for Multiple Sclerosis.
I was first diagnosed when I was 18, and I’m currently on a treatment not totally unlike a mild chemotherapy in which I have to inject my thigh muscle with a liquid that makes me ridiculously sick for 2 or so days, once a week.
I have always taken the stance of survivor over victim, choosing to use this experience as a tool of self-definition and not one that jails me. Most of the time, I know the people around me forget that I have it because I’m so at peace with the fact that I would not be the person I am now if I hadn’t been made stronger due to it. But the recent treatment I’ve started has been a bit…well… hard to deal with. The first few times you do, you can play along , you psyche yourself up, mentally prepare for those painful injections. But with consistency and over time.. let’s just say my will is definitely being tested.
If anything I have been blessed with, It’s The Most Beautiful People in the World around me. I know this sounds a bit inauthentic and cheesy thanks to the abundance of New Age/ Self Help books out there but, despite all the pain I’ve had to go through (and will keep going through), my simple life is pretty much already Heaven for me.
A big thanks to everyone I love dearly including my giant Italian family, Paul and all my friends (you know who you are), and everyone who reads this blog and shares their thoughts, you honestly have no idea how much this means to me!