When I was young, my father used to say “The older you get, the wiser I get.” I didn’t understand what he meant at the time (probably because I was a know-it-all teen), but now I do.  He’s a wise, wise man.

When I told him I have MS, the first thing he said to me was “Don’t pity yourself.” It took me off guard, because I wasn’t expecting that to be his reaction.  But he was 100% correct.  What will pitying myself accomplish?

Now, have I been known to burst into tears occasionally? Of course! But do I stay in that place? Not for long.  I pull myself together and try to stay focused on the positive.

So when I start to feel sorry for myself, I think of my father’s advice.  He was right– he always is.