My first year of college, I did a major paper on The Civil Rights Movement.
I slept with the lights on for a week.
I am the first generation of my family to grow up in this country.
It isn’t my MS that causes me to pause when I think about having children, it is the target my child will have on him courtesy of me. I don’t like stating such things, it makes me feel as if I’m not trusting EVERYTHING to God, and if I truly am – none of that is my concern. Sometimes it is the most difficult thing to remember.
I don’t understand such hate.
I don’t know if I’m capable – If I am
I don’t want to know.