Imagine…trying to pick up a book, and failing.
Imagine…holding a mug full of hot tea with both hands, and still dropping it because your hands can’t handle the pain.
Imagine…not being able to open a carton of milk, because you just don’t have the strength.
Imagine…crying in the middle of the night, because you have to go to the bathroom, but you’re scared the walk will hurt too much.
Imagine…looking in the mirror at a person you don’t recognize.
Imagine…screaming yourself awake at 3am, because you rolled over and the pain was excruciating.
Imagine…calling your mom when you’re 34 years old and asking her to come over to help you shower.
Imagine…asking her then to help towel dry you, and dress you.
Imagine…being in pain so often that you can’t bear it.
Imagine…laying in bed every night wondering at what age you’ll die, and if you’ll go before your parents.
Imagine…how hard it must be to live with a body that’s intent on destroying itself from within.
Imagine…knowing how much pain is yet to come and not being able to do anything at all to stop it.
Imagine…knowing that one day it will end, or you will.