It’s a Foggy Day

Well not really! After all I call Phoenix AZ home. It is getting cold or what is cold for us.

Fall has always been my favorite time of year. It seemed like a calmer happier time of year to me as a child. Looking back I don’t know that it really was. My childhood was not the easiest but some how Fall always seemed better. Maybe it was something I created with in myself to feel like things were going to change. Watching the trees change colors and knowing in the Spring they would get new leaves. The cold air felt crisp and clean. Maybe it was because I’ve always been one not to hang on to what we cannot change and look ahead. Hope for the future and better things to come.

In no way am I trying to paint the picture of a terrible childhood. There were many things to overcome and things were not easy but I was loved and I have a lot of beautiful memories. I wouldn’t change it because it made me who I am. I learned at an early age how to cope and the answer to being truly happy comes from within ourselves.

I still love the Fall but I dread it in some ways. This time of year has proven to be harder on me over the last five years. October and November have come to mean relapse to me. I start to brace myself for what is to come. I don’t want to feel this way. Especially during the best time of year but when you have MS you tune into signs that you may be heading that way. A sign for me is increased brain fog accompanied by many other  symptoms. So it’s a foggy day for me. You may be wondering what exactly the point to this post is. Sadly enough I couldn’t tell you. I had all kinds of thoughts and things to say but it got lost in the fog. I should have written some of them down. Lesson learned! So all I can say is bear with me and hopefully the fog will clear soon.

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