You can't see everything you don't see. You don't see me struggling to get out of bed in the morning. You don't see me having to stop to catch my breath after picking up a backpack or getting dressed. You don't see me having to force my stomach to not chuck up what I just ate. You don't see me having to hold onto something when I stand up too fast. You don't see me clench my fists when my vision starts to go out and my knees go weak. You don't see me cry when the headaches become too much. You don't see me hesitate before going anywhere alone for fear of passing out or worse. You don't see me sigh in relief when I can finally relax in my bed where I don't have to hide how much pain I'm in anymore. You just can't see it. I won't let you. You can't see how weak I really am.
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Thoughts and Feelings
Non-FictionTRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, ANXIETY, ETC. Welcome to my brain on my darkest days and nights. I'm warning you, it's not pretty, so continue at your own risk. This involves questions I find myself asking on a daily basis, rants...
