Like a war for valuable territory, MS has created a power struggle in me that wages war while the enemy battles to gain territory and change the borders of my being claiming acreage inch by inch on my physical abilities. I fight in many ways to stand my ground and retreat only when there are no options left other than surrender.
Pride is a complex emotion. At its best, it helps me retain whatever independence I’m allowed, but the fine line between self-sufficiency and stubbornness is often difficult to define. It sometimes boils down to time efficiency and comparing how much time it would take to do something on my own versus asking someone to do it for me. I ask ”will doing it myself benefit me and others or is it better for everyone if I ask for help?”
Often, asking makes more sense. But it’s hard to ask.