When I was still invited to things, before I lost all my friends' thanks to IH making me sleep past literally everything, I pushed myself so hard to be enough.
I wiped my morning tears, I drank my water, I put on my make up and put my hair nice, ate my breakfast, chose my neatest clothes, and smiled to the mirror.
I put on a mask that inch by inch slipped off as I yawned, got teary-eyed from exhaustion, slurred my words without ever drinking a drop of alcohol, become clumsier and dropped things, couldn't keep up with conversations after using up all my energy just to show up.
Showing up took all the energy I had and it was never appreciated. Not even when I tried to explain it.
For them, I was too young to be so tired. I was rude for not hearing what they said.
Every moment of those meetings I thought: "I wish I was ok. I wish I was like you. I wish...but I am not."
Trying my hardest to cope with a rare neurological sleep disorder some people don't even believe exists and yet manages to ruin my life.
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