The trembling had started a few months ago. At first I thought it was just a touch of fatigue, but it kept getting worse. Before long, I was finding it hard to even keep my hands still. I was eventually diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease, and the prognosis was far from perfect.
I struggled to accept my diagnosis. I felt like my life was slipping away from me, as I found it harder and harder to do the things I used to enjoy. My efforts to keep my symptoms in check were mostly futile, as the shaking continued to worsen and I had to rely more and more on others for help. I was trapped in a prison of my own body, and I felt like there was no escape.