And it was on this day-Karen’s only real seizure-that you realized your power to verbally control ailments and illnesses. As the days rolled into weeks you begin understanding and utilizing this new authority over disease and disorder, healing patients immediately upon introduction.
The weeks grow into months as your notoriety and fame begin to precede you. Appreciation becomes adoration. Respect becomes reverence. Within half a year you’ve gained worldwide notoriety, hailed as a messiah amongst the known world. As your powers require personal interaction, you cannot simply cure all simultaneously, but must travel and tool as your aid is sought. While this certainly takes a toll on your energy and attention, you’ve learned along the way that in similar fashion can you renew and invigorate your own maladies. You become a healing totem of limitless energy, only ever limited by your own words.
While the world abounds with newly-healed patients, individuals saved from the brink of death, or simply cured of the common cold, the blessing you bestow is not without consequence. Doctors of all nations begin to be viewed as inferior, exemplified as the layoffs begin. What use is there of an MRI machine against the powers of a god? Who wants to watch their child cry from the pinch of vaccine when they know you exist to correct any infraction? Despite your best efforts, disease begins to rise from purposeful neglect of health, to whole societies disregarding common sanitary standards as the threat of infection becomes secondary to their ignorant reverence. As the messiah comes, he brings forth Armageddon with him. A small resistance begins to coalesce with evil intent, and a plan is hatched.
As you begin your daily rounds, not yet two full years since The Great Karen Awakening, brought before you is a man of feeble stature.

“What seems to be your concern?” You inquire of him. “Ah my friend” you begin, always with a flair of theatrics. “Shall I cure you of this?” The man gazes up at you, calmly. “Can you speak to how you are able to do this?” “I cannot” you say, “but I would be happy to help you all the same.” You grow impatient, your mind considering how many more you could have already aided. The young man insists again: “But first, can you speak to how you’re able to?” You pause. “Sir, I don’t know why I’m able to do this, but I can. Do you want me to heal you?” He doesn’t flince: “SIR!” the line behind him grows restless. “CAN YOU PLEASE SPEAK TO WHERE YOU DERIVE THIS POWER?” enough. You take a deep breath “listen man, I cannot speak-“

And it is such.

Unbeknownst to yourself, you also possessed the ability to harm as much as heal, and have now muted yourself into eternity. Your eyes grow wide as fear and understanding grip you. The man slowly straightens up, as much as his bent spine allows. Reaching into his back pocket he pulls out a Monster and cracks it open saying: “I’m Kyle, and that’s for my mother Karen.”

Credit to u/aarontminded