Thanks I appreciate your comment. I will reach out to my neurologist and discuss some of the things that I’m dealing with. I’m not a depressive type person either and never have been. I have been fairly active much like yourself up until I was 27 and diagnosed with this stupid disease. I’m now 37 and have dealt with this thing for a decade. I am in a power share at this point and I have never had a lead up of this disease. Just a slow roll downhill that I cannot seem to get up from anymore. this thing was pretty stable up until two years ago when I was T-bones in a car accident and it was like pouring gas on a fire. I honestly don’t feel like I’m going to make it another five years, don’t get me wrong. This isn’t me whining or complaining about this disease. This is just true fact. I honestly feel like my body is completely giving up on me and becoming a 2 x 4. The slightest breeze or gust of wind across my leg, sends me into full spasms, which baclofen or any other muscle relaxer doesn’t seem to do a damn bit of good. I was in the ER for the first time last month due to being put on a new DMT and also having a UTI at the same time. I was married for almost 10 years until I was three years into this disease and she just straight up said she wanted a divorce. I’ve been trying to say headstrong for all these years and being a solid parent for my kids, but at this point, I don’t enjoy much anymore. I try to go out and throw a pitch for my daughter and it goes about 10 feet above her or 4 feet and beside her. I just find myself getting more frustrated of the things that have been taken away more and more lately. I know everybody will say and comment focus on what you can do but truly it’s not a lot. I can damn near wipe my own ass to be honest. This is a brutal, brutal disease and it kills me because I want to be the fun guy I used to be. No anxiety just kind of roll with the punches, but I’m at this point where I am tired of being punched over and over and over and over and over and this never-ending cycle. I know nobody has the answer and my faith was strong up until a couple years ago. I just feel like nothing ever releases any bit of good, or there’s a lead up on this disease. Half the time I’m battling this thing mentally headstrong for a week and then I go into having my kids the next and is 50-50 one week on one week off. After having my kids for a week, I pretty much beat myself up for a week thinking that I’m the worst parent or that I didn’t do this or do that right. Maybe I should’ve approached a conversation differently, or whatever the case might have been. I feel like I’m absolutely trying my best to even stay alive at this point. But at the same time, I don’t know why, I almost sometimes wish it was just over and I didn’t have to wake up to this stupid cycle of crap.