I graduated from Florida A&M University (FAMU) in the spring of 2015, and as of a couple of weeks ago, I found pride in "Ashley the Workhorse” I’ve been that as long as I can remember. In my vestal career, I have run a racially charged political campaign, suffocated myself in endless projects, and as a result, lost my passion and focus, resulting in a mental, physical and emotional check out for all of 2017.
In a mix of emotions, I see now my diagnosis of MS humbled me. I have small to medium lesions on my brain and massive lesions on my spine causing miscommunication, and a gratitude for life like you can't believe. Until you have symptoms that keep you up for 127 hours (five days) and some two odd minutes, you cherish sleep, a sane mind and eight hours I may never see again.
Nine months later, I believe I am at the “reconstruction and working through phase" of the grief scale. I promised myself after my pity party…of seven months…yes, sip the tea; I vowed not to let this disease control me. Today, on World MS Day I pledge to help improve the education and awareness because we will find a cure to end MS.