Intro

Imagine for me your wife, your daughter, your mother... In her car driving down the road on her way home. Suddenly on the news the break of a brutal car crash en route and momentarily that person crosses through your brain but you have no real idea that It's them. They describe the car, a mans voice over the radio reads you the fate you didn't think could be. The woman is trapped inside her car pinned in between metal parts and debris. She screams for help but the sound just blends out into the background noise. You turn on the television set and you find the local news station and there she is, you see the vision of her crying face scoped out by a local camera guy, bleeding from her head trying to gain help but has to wait. All you can do is sit there helplessly staring away into the face of her pain, knowing she's crushed inside by the machine that surrounds her body. Her muscles ripped, her veins cut and mutilated, her bones crumbling like sand under a wave.
You drive to the nearest hospital to meet her and you see the bruising, the bleeding, the bones showing through. The site of her makes you ache and scream inside your head. You want to fix the wounds, heal the broken and torn pieces hanging loose. Now imagine she never heals. That day in and day out the wounds still stay. The bruises never fade, the bleeding wont clot, and the roaring pain is never slain. They continue to stitch and staple but it just goes on and on in vain, not an inch of success to their name. How do you feel, insane? Is the very best of yourself fading into a mold of her sanity, of no relief, no vision of a better day? Week after week of just the same, until months and years go by and no one knows what to say.
Does it sound like fiction I write in this instance, an imaginary image I am just using to explain? Well the story isn't fake, except I was never in any car crash. I have no open wounds, I don't bleed here in front of you, and my bones don't sit here jagged and broken through. You can't see the pain but its true, the very basis of my body hurts day in and day out, like the broken bones of a train wreck, the wounds of a street fight, the black eyes of abuse, the feeling of razor blades in your hips and knees. The head aches like fire burning in your brain. Yet no one believes, because they cannot see, not even the tears of a person disappearing in her agony she is shunned and left to fade away in her pain. No one hears you screaming, no one sees you crying, and no one listens to your begging for help. You are turned away at every door you knock.
You still think I'm speaking fiction? Then walk with me in my journey with an invisible disease. You may still never see the broken, ripping, seering, or bleeding. But for an instant you may know a piece of the life I live, and what thousands live through everyday....