You’re 62, eyes snapping open at 2 a.m., heart pounding as the urgent pull drags you from bed—again. The hallway…
You’re 67, gripping the grocery cart, feeling that familiar tremble in your arms as you lift a gallon of milk.…
You’re 48, running fingers through thinning strands that snap like dry twigs. The shower drain mocks you with clumps, and…
You’re 56, standing sideways in the mirror, poking at the stubborn roll that mocks every salad. Liver feels sluggish, energy…
You’re 53, dragging through 3 p.m. like you’re wading in mud. Brain foggy, belly bloated, skin duller than last year’s…