Reflections. Guys, I am going to be absolutely honest with you today. I had a super difficult weekend. I was looking at photos of before MS took my ability to walk. I was vibrant, full of life, fashionable, beautiful. I exercised every day for hours, I was so strong. Yesterday I cried. I cried for everything that I have lost. I cried for past me, who could go for a run on a cold winter morning, I cried for past me, who could run up and down the stairs, who could be there for her friends, who never had to worry whether a restaurant was wheelchair accessible. I cried because you know what? Being in a wheelchair is hard. It sucks. But I realised something really important: Itβs not the wheelchair or me, itβs the world. Itβs the stairs up to the second floor, itβs the narrow doorways, the inaccessible bathrooms. Itβs the being invisible. This morning when I looked in the mirror, guess what I saw? I saw that same vibrant, beautiful woman who I was before. I am still fashionable. I am still a good friend. The only difference is that I am much stronger now. I have to be. This is still my life, and I am going to live it to the fullest because we only get one. This is still me, Iβm just sitting down.