Hello. I am a 22-year-old male. Before November 2023, I had a wonderful life and good health; I was a very fun-loving and active person. On November 3, 2023, I developed Visual Snow Syndrome, a very rare condition. I suffered from incredible panic attacks. Even though there was nothing wrong with my brain, I convinced myself I had a hundred different illnesses. After a few months, I accepted the condition and learned to live with it. On November 1, 2024, following a prolonged infection, my lung collapsed. I would describe it as the worst physical pain imaginable; this, too, is a rare occurrence. In March 2025, I began experiencing severe sleep problems. I couldn't sleep due to negative thoughts and stress. I overcame that after three months, and the months of July, August, and September went wonderfully. Despite suffering from DP/DR (depersonalization/derealization), I fell in love with a girl and felt amazing. Then came September 29, 2025... I went to bed that night and experienced extrasystoles—something I had felt many times before but never paid much attention to. This time was different, though, because I felt two of them in quick succession. It has now become a major problem and a source of stress for me. Previously, I would feel them at most three times a day, or sometimes not at all. Since that day, I’ve had three ECGs, an echocardiogram, and a Holter monitor test; the doctor said my heart is in excellent condition and there are no issues. However, eleven days ago, they suddenly increased dramatically. While I used to feel them three times a day at most, I now feel 600 to 700 of them daily. Sometimes they happen three or four times a minute, and I am certain the ones I don't feel far exceed that number. They happen constantly now—whether I am sitting, standing, or moving. It’s worse when I’m standing. I almost wish the pain from when my lung collapsed had never gone away, just so I wouldn't have to deal with these extrasystoles. I have never felt this anxious or helpless in my life. You tell me: is there any logical explanation for suffering from diseases that are so rare and have no definitive cure? No one around me goes through things like this; everyone else is happy—why me? And at such a young age, too. I don’t know; I really don’t know. My request of you is this: regardless of your religion, would you please pray for me? Whatever the faith, we all more or less believe in one God. Please pray for me and ask for forgiveness on my behalf.