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.