We feel ourselves breathing, but we are gasping for air. The truth is no one sees the problem until it is to late. The ones around us see the struggle, but can do nothing. It is hard to explain something your mind doesn't even understand. People don't understand our illness. It may not bleed, but it still is detrimental. It makes up who we are. We are the ones who they whisper about even we can hear. We bleed like they do. We feel pain like they do, but the pain we feel is emotional and not physical. We hurt ourselves or lash out at others to relieve the emotional pain, which feels worse than the cuts, bites, and bruises we inflicted on ourselves. We are a unique part of the world. We belong here.