By Rachel Jones in The Mighty.
I am invisible.
Well, I’m not actually invisible, but part of me is.
It’s the part of me that really doesn’t want me to succeed or to do well. The part that hates seeing me have a good day.
And I say it’s invisible because you can’t see it. You can’t see me struggle. Granted, some days I may take a long time to walk up the stairs or my mood is down, but you probably won’t know why.
This is the same for many other people in the world. They have the same feeling every day.
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