That Feeling When I Start To Doubt Whether Or Not My Pain Is Real Because No One Else Seems To Believe

That feeling when I start to doubt whether or not my pain is real because no one else seems to believe me. Obviously it’s real. I can feel it. But I’m making it all up, since no one else sees it. Since I have no piece of paper that says what’s wrong with me, so I must be fine, actually. Since I didn’t talk about it much as a kid, because I was told not to complain, so it must not have been a lifelong problem.

Everyone else’s sickness is real and valid, just not mine.

I find it funny how no one can see these wounds. I can feel the agony of them, deep inside. Every day, I feel more exhausted, an inch closer to death. Every time I’m told that it’s not real is another stab wound. Another knife pushed into my back. I don’t know how no one else sees the blood

Eating chocolate covered espresso beans out of a Xanax bottle. I think there might be something wrong with me

I am perfectly normal about cheese. I did not eat half of the cheese my mom and I purchased on the way home from the grocery store.

Me when I’m still tired after 8 shots of espresso in one sitting

don’t bully me for how i spelled delicious

Just got an add for bird treats. Joke’s on you, advertisement company, my bird has more treats than she’ll ever need! She’s a spoiled little creature and she knows it

But also, there’s nothing inherently wrong with being delusional. Mental illness doesn’t make someone’s identity invalid. Physical therians are real and awesome.

tiktok therians will say the same shit as therian haters just with "physical" in front of it.

they are gunna get a hell of a culture shock when they go on literally any other platform and see physical therians existing freely