The early days of diagnosis are a blur I’ll never forget. It was like waking up in a body I didn’t recognise, with rules I hadn’t agreed to. One day I was carrying on like usual, the next I was staring at my hands, my legs, my energy, wondering why they wouldn’t play along. Nothing made sense. And the more I tried to push through it, the harder it pushed back. You don’t just get handed MS and carry on. There’s a grieving process. You grieve the future you thought you had. The

MS doesn’t just hit the person diagnosed, it hits everyone around them. My wife, my kids, they feel the ripple effects every single day. Some days I’m exhausted, drained, and fighting just to keep moving, and they see it. They notice when I struggle to do things I used to take for granted. It’s tough because I want to shield them from the worst of it. I want my kids to grow up seeing a dad who’s strong, not someone limited by illness. But I also know they need honesty, they n

Who Am I Now? Before MS, work was more than a job, it was part of who I was. I was a kitchen fitter, I was good at and I was proud of it. It gave me purpose, routine, and a sense of identity. When MS came along, it flipped that on its head. Suddenly, the things I could once do without thinking became mountains to climb, and I had to face the painful question, Who am I without the work I once knew? Losing the ability to work in the same way felt like losing a part of myself. I

I’ve always said it: Beneath The Tracksuit there’s more going on than most people see. Books, spoken word, advocacy, these are the pillars that hold me up, and this site is where they finally come together in one place. I built this space for three reasons: 1. To tell the story properly. Social media is fast, messy, and gone tomorrow. Here, I can share the raw truth, the poems, the process, the pieces of life with MS that don’t fit into a 60-second video. 2. To build a home.