I wake every morning with the same routine. I even able to work out. Then there are days where I’m on autopilot. No one ever seemed to understand how I am feeling most days. When I’m say “I’m exhausted”. I get responses asking me why or stating I’m too young to be tired. I have to pretend that I’m okay and content even when my pain hits, even when my anxiety hits, even when my depression hits. I never felt I was good enough. Every time I do something wrong in someone’s eyes or if I’m not “top notch” in someone’s eyes I feel like crap. I’m internally crying more but when I physically cry, it’s red. I feel like I’m suffocating and feel so much pain. The overthinking even becomes to much. I take off my glasses and curl in a ball under my blanket. No one has seen it. At the end of the day, I am functional. I am breathing.