Illness as a metaphor

Illness is the dark side of life. It is a tiring and exhausting citizenship, for every person was born a citizen of the Kingdom of the Healthy, and at the same time is born also a citizen of the Kingdom of the Sick. And although we all prefer to carry a passport from the Kingdom of Wellness, we are forced sooner or later—at least for a period of time—to consider ourselves citizens of the Kingdom of Disease. I want to talk, not about the meaning of departing to the Kingdom of Disease and living there, but about the punitive or emotional illusions fabricated about illness, and not about moving geographically, but about models of these illusions that have taken on a national character or traits. My topic is not the illness itself, but the uses of illness as a metaphor. My point is that illness is not a metaphor, and the most honest view of illness, and the healthiest way in the eyes of the sick person regarding their disease, is to purify oneself from it, and to be the most resistant to rhetorical thinking and the use of metaphors. However, it is extremely difficult to look at residing in the Kingdom of Disease without bias, using the metaphors that described the illness and its image.