I didn’t know that version of life was something to be grateful for until it started to slip away.
MG didn’t arrive with a dramatic entrance. It started small, subtle symptoms I brushed off, unexplained exhaustion, muscles that didn’t cooperate like they used to. Then came the doctor visits, the tests, the uncertainty. And finally, the diagnosis.
In that moment, everything shifted. The life I once knew, active, spontaneous, full, suddenly felt distant.
I’m still grieving. I grieve the freedom I had before MG. I grieve the version of myself that didn’t need to weigh every plan against my energy levels. There are days when I feel stuck between who I was and who I’m becoming. Some days, I do okay. Other days, the weight of it all feels unbearable.
MG has forced me to listen to my body in ways I never did before. It’s teaching me to pause, to prioritize, to say no without guilt (though that’s still hard). I’ve become more aware of my boundaries, more intentional with my time, more appreciative of the good days. I’m not at the place where I’ve “made peace” with it all. But I’m trying.
Grace hasn’t come easily. But I believe it’s out there, waiting in the quiet moments, in the support of loved ones, in the simple fact that I’m still here. Still showing up. Still trying.
Maybe grace isn’t something you find all at once. Maybe it’s something you gather slowly, piece by piece, over time. I’m learning to hold space for both grief and hope.
Before MG, I took so much for granted. After MG, I’m learning to be present, to be patient, and to keep walking forward—even when the road is hard.
This isn’t the story I would have chosen, but it’s the one I’m living. And I’m doing my best to live it with honesty, courage, and, someday, grace.
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