MS Fighter
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Fighting Fire with Fire. Turning Anger into Fuel.
I’ve always carried anger with me. Long before the diagnosis, before the needles and the scans, before a neurologist ever said you have MS, I was already wired different. Some kids grow up learning patience. Others learn charm. Me? I learned rage. It wasn’t always loud—it wasn’t always fists through walls or shouting matches. Sometimes it Continue reading
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Fight Rounds. Training Like Every Set Is a Battle.
Life doesn’t hit you once and walk away. It comes in waves. It comes in rounds. Short bursts of chaos followed by brief moments to breathe before the next hit comes swinging. Some rounds you dominate. Some rounds you barely survive. But the bell always rings again. Always. Boxing taught me this first. Three minutes Continue reading
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The Weight You Can’t Drop. Carrying Responsibility with MS.
People look at me in the gym and assume the heaviest thing I carry is the barbell. They see the plates stacked, the sweat dripping, the grind of another rep, and think that’s the battle. But the truth? The bar is the easiest weight I’ll lift all day. The real weight never leaves my back. It’s invisible, Continue reading
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Momentum Over Motivation. Building Habits That Outlast Fatigue.
Motivation is bullshit. Yeah, I said it. Everyone loves to talk about being motivated, but let’s be real—motivation is like that one friend who only shows up when things are easy, fun, and exciting. The moment life gets heavy, they vanish. MS makes that truth even harsher. There are days when fatigue doesn’t just tap on Continue reading
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Leading Through the Fire. What MS Taught Me About Leadership.
Let’s get this straight—leadership isn’t about being the loudest voice in the room. It’s not about barking orders, putting on a brave face, or pretending everything’s under control when it clearly isn’t. It’s about one thing and one thing only—how you move when everything’s on fire. Before MS, I thought I understood strength. I thought Continue reading
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When Strong Isn’t Loud. Silent Battles. Quiet Wins.
Most people think strength is load. That it’s yelling through the pain, throwing weights, making noise. But those of us in the trenches—those of us living with chronic illness—we know better. Real strength isn’t the roar. It’s the silence after. It’s when the world stops watching and you’re left with nothing but your thoughts, your Continue reading
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The Ring Teaches You Everything. Why Boxing Still Shapes My MS Mindset.
You don’t really know what kind of man you are until the gloves go on and the bell rings. Not when you’re hyped. Not when you’re feeling strong. But when you’re gassed out, cornered, and still getting hit. Before I ever touched a barbell, I stepped into a boxing gym. No AC. No fancy gear. Continue reading
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Steel in the Stillness. Why I Embrace Solitude in My MS Journey.
Most people are terrified of silence. They’ll drown themselves in noise, distractions, or other people’s opinions—anything to avoid being alone with their thoughts. But when you live with MS, you don’t get that luxury. At some point, the world gets quiet. The appointments stop. The calls slow down. The crowd moves on. And you’re left Continue reading
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No One’s Coming to Save You. Radical Ownership with MS.
There comes a point in every man’s journey with MS where the silence hits different. Not the kind of silence you get after a flare-up. Not the pause in conversation when someone doesn’t know what to say about your diagnosis. I’m talking about that deep, bone-cutting silence when you realize that no one is coming. Continue reading
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When the Fight Goes Inward. Dealing with Brain Fog, Depression, and Doubt.
Some days, the worst pain isn’t in my legs or spine. It’s behind my eyes—in the fig, in the fatigue, in the silence of a brain that just won’t cooperate. Most people think of MS as a physical disease—the limp, the tremors, the fatigue that makes you feel 80 when you’re barely 30. Keep this Continue reading
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