I’m at a place that I’ve accepted I have MS, woo hoo, that is just part of the battle. Accepting that is great, but things are still hard. Today, I was brushing my teeth and it was hard and I just wanted to cry. As usual with me I didn’t let the pity party last long. I always tell myself that I’ll get you nowhere. So, I started speaking some comforting words to myself. I didn’t need to be motivated or anything, I just needed to hold myself and just be. I expect so much from myself in spite of my illness, just every now and then I have to take a moment and cry. After taking the minute I soon was back at my desk writing and doing stuff again, this is therapeutic for me. I have been thinking about why I’m so hard on myself for the next book and realized it’s just who I am. As I do with so many other things, I just learn how to deal with it and move on.