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It’s time to start fresh, start over, dig out and dust off the words. When you are feeling good, normal, you don’t have as many letters. You are speechless, hiding, hoping it won’t find you. You are busy living, ignoring, dreaming of the future, wondering if the past was a fleeting nightmare.

But it wasn’t. You know for sure the second you can’t ignore the creeping symptoms any longer. You can no longer blame your sore left side on a yoga injury from a month ago.

Then, it’s time. It’s time to admit that the words are back, the letters have returned, multiplied; but truthfully, they were there, with a burning desire to resurface all along. MS.