Imagine how you’d feel if you stayed up until 5am drinking and smoking, going to bed and then getting up again at 7am. That’s how I feel every morning, even if I went to bed sober at 8pm. Imagine how you’d feel by 2 in the afternoon. That’s how I feel by 11am every day.

Imagine how you’d feel if you had a really bad flu ALL the time, and then you got a cold on top of that. That’s how I feel all the time. Then I have to hope I don’t get a cold as well.

Imagine how you’d feel the day after you ran up 10 flights of steep stairs. Then you walked up another ten flights on you hands. That’s how I feel after walking from my car to the to the front door.

Imaging how you’d feel if you ate some really bad chilli. Your stomach churning and all the visits to the bathroom. That’s how I feel most days whether I eat or not.

Imaging how you’d feel after a really loud rock concert. Your ears ringing so loud you can hardly hear anything else. That’s how I feel all the time.

Imagine how you’d feel sitting on the sidelines at your child’s sports event. Watching all the other parents helping or joining in, while you just sat there, because it hurt to much to even stand there and watch.

Imagine how you’d feel if you jumped off the roof, holding onto a rope, that jarred you to a stop just before you hit the ground. Imagine how your arms would feel. That’s how mine feel after typing this.

Now, imagine how you’d feel if no-one believed that you felt all those things and told you it was all in your head. Imaging if, even if they believed you, there was no treatment or cure, and in all likelihood it was going to get worse. Imagine if you still had 30, 40, or even 50 years left to live like this. How depressed would you be?