I wanted to be alone. Alone in a serene place to cry out loud to God.
Pain can’t bear and mostly misunderstood. I am a jolly person. Mostly I went to the doctor alone. Now I have three doctors with different specializations.
I am the eldest and I am turning 32 next month. I always ask who is my companion each of my doctors. I always answer God is always with me. I only ask for a companion whenever I can’t manage the pain alone.
God is the only one who knows me very well and knows my tears, including reasons. I extend myself to go out because I do not want to feel lonely and besides I still love to read books and write.
I praise God for everything. I learn even more through Multiple Sclerosis. All praises, glory, and honor to our alive God 😊