You step out of bed… and it hits. A surge of burning, stabbing pins and needles shoots through your feet. You freeze.
Waiting for it to pass before you can even take one step. Out in public, your foot goes numb.
Heavy.
Unstable. You stumble, grab onto anything nearby.
Pretending you’re fine. But deep down, you know something’s slipping.
A mug slips through your fingers. Your grip feels weak… disconnected. It’s not just clumsiness. It’s control, fading. And pills? They dull your mind… not the problem.
