Some years ago I was sitting in a bus-stop when I saw a woman shuffling along with a bag she was finding hard to carry even though it didn’t look very big or bulky. She should’ve been able to put it on her shoulder and keep walking. Instead she was lugging it with both her hands, in front of her, walking awkwardly.
I finally decided that whatever was inside that little bag was something really heavy. Something like a big rock.
That’s how life is for people with chronic inflammation of the brain and nervous system.