Since I started this blog thing, yesterday. I've come to the conclusion that I'm getting old, doesn't help that I'll be 27 this week either. Why do I say that, the statistics on the blog things seems to put the age range in the teen years to about 22. Blogging has been around for a couple years and I just find out about it? I used to keep up on all this stuff. At least had the time to? Or desire to.

Being diagnosed with MS at the age of 21 right out of college doesn't help either. There are days that I feel I died back in 1997, and all that I am now is a ghost; a shadow of who I used to be. Once in awhile a part of that old me will come to the surface. Hopefully the meds (Celexa) will help, and it seems to be, eventhough it's only been 2 weeks. I feel each time I come down with an MS exacerbation (attack) someone is shattering a glass sculpture with a sledge hammer, and I'm the sculpture. And each time I can't fit all the pieces back, so I am never the same whole again. Pieces of my spirit, my fight, or whatever you want to call it get left on the ground. Hopefully one day (and soon) they find a way to stop the hammer and find a better glue, or something to fill in the missing pieces.