Today is a particularly bad day. Why? I don’t know, it just is. Another day to put a happy face on and pretend. Is it because it’s Christmas? Is it because yesterday I put all my enthusiasm into decorating the office, and we all enjoyed it and now I’m spent?
And how does one not be spent? How do you stay in that high that comes ever so occasionally? Life would be so much more convenient that way. Life would be so easy.
But it isn’t. And invisible illnesses like these will take you nowhere but down. And because noone can see them, they think you are cold and standoffish.
That isn’t me, at least not usually. But how do I explain that to those around me, that this is a momentary thing? Something I struggle with on a regular basis. The friends who don’t know are the hardest to be around. Strangers don’t ask why you’re puffy faced on a bus. Friends do. So you’re caught between trying to look normal and trying to be honest. When someone is around, I can’t do what I usually do at such times. Nor can I giggle and sound chirpy, because god, it’s so difficult.
That is why sometimes I sit next to people, staring at nothing through the corner of my eye, hardly saying a word. Pretending to be normal. Pretending to be sane.
I hope they understand.