I thought I was handling my diagnosis so well. For the first few weeks I didn’t feel much of anything. There were no tears, no anger — nothing.
Looking back, I was in a fog those first weeks; the news still didn’t feel real, and I hadn’t yet accepted my new reality. My lack of emotion about my diagnosis fooled me into thinking that nothing was really wrong at all.
But then one day, nearly a month after my diagnosis of multiple sclerosis (MS), the fog of denial dissipated and depression took its place.
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