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I have a disability no one else can see, People think I'm normal but it's hidden inside of me. Sometime I'm happy other times I'm sad, Anxiety depression doctors said but others think I'm mad. They all just say get a grip there are happy times ahead, It's easy for them to say as they can't see in my head. A disability you can't see is so hard to explain, O.C.D the doctors call it but others think I'm insane. Things have to be a certain way i go through it in my head, People say get over it so I force a smile instead. I know people mean well in what there trying to say, but anxiety, depression O.C.D they don't just go away. I try to be normal just for a little while, another tablet I have to take I feel like a lab rat trial. A panic attack I had today in front of all my friends' another unseen disability the list just never ends. people think I want attention because the illness they can't see, The only way they would understand is if they could be me . I wouldn't wish this on anyone depression or anxiety, scared to go out or be alone scared to even be me. It's hard with a disability that people can not see, anxiety depression O.C.D can't just make them go away they are all a part of me.

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Date: 8/28/2024 4:56:00 PM
thought provoking piece Joanne, depression/ ocd are so misunderstood as they arent always evident - you can cover up so much with a smile, same with students with autism (I worked with them for 16 yrs) some think they are just badly behaved children - folk need to look beyond these things to realsie there is an issue, hugs jan xx
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Date: 8/27/2024 8:07:00 PM
A shame people don't get it Joanne, not every disability has a bandage on it for people to see. Pull yourself together just doesn't work because they haven't a clue. I remember Churchill was suffering from bouts of depression, he used to call it his black dog. Tom
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Jan Allison
Date: 8/28/2024 4:56:00 PM
agreed Tom!
Date: 8/27/2024 5:41:00 PM
The title really does your poem justice. It's not easy to live in this confusing complex world. Writing poetry helps. Let the little demon out and keep on writing. Thanks for sharing.
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