I used to think that my time of death was near because my body made me feel like I am 60 years due to endless pain
For a long time, people thought I was exaggerating when I said I felt tired every single day. I looked normal on the outside, but inside, my body was slowly shutting down. I woke up exhausted, spent my days feeling drained, and went to bed aching all over. My joints hurt, my heart sometimes beat irregularly, and my mind felt like it was wrapped in cotton slow, foggy, and unreliable.
I kept forgetting simple things, like where I placed my phone or details of conversations from just minutes earlier. My colleagues joked about my poor memory, but it wasn’t funny. I felt like I was losing control of my own mind. It became so embarrassing that at one point, I avoided meetings because I feared I might forget important points.
Doctors ran tests, but every result came back “normal.” I was told I was stressed, dehydrated, or not getting enough sleep. But deep inside, I knew something was wrong. My heart would sometimes race for no reason, and I constantly felt weak, as if my body was missing something essential.
My turning point came when I almost fainted while walking home. I sat on the roadside struggling to breathe, my heart pounding as though it wanted to break out of my chest. That night, I cried, convinced that my life was slowly slipping away.
