I sneak up on you, snatching your drive, peace of mind and energy. I steal your time, your dreams and your days. I interrupt your sleep, zinging you out of peaceful dreams. I attach myself to you like a coat of super glue—hardening … making it impossible to shake me. I make movement slow, difficult and always intentional. I dictate your day. I determine your abilities. I delay your dreams and drain your drive.  I am chronic illness and pain.   Those who deal with chronic illness and pain know that it causes life to be more difficult, more expensive and more stressful. When you wake up hurting, or sick, you…