Short Stories

Invisible

You say it's all in my head. How could that be true when it takes a huge physical toll on me.

You say I'm just stressed. I am, but anxiety goes so much deeper than that.

You ask me what has me anxious. You are a big part of my anxiety, and I can't bring myself to tell you that, so I tell you the smaller things, and then you make fun of me for it.

You've noticed that I haven't been eating as much. The first thing you do is ask me "Do you know how your body works?" Yes I know I need food to power me, but what if I don't want to be powered.

You make me feel like an idiot. I feel invisible in my own home. You think I'm just saying these things for attention. I want that attention, so I bring it up, but my feelings are real. I just cant tell you everything.