I hate pain. I hate it. The thing that I hate most about my invisible illness is that I feel like I have to justify that I don’t feel well to others. Because I don’t look sick I feel like I have to explain in great detail what I feel. But I don’t want to talk about it. Which means I end up suffering in silence. The people closest to me can always tell when I feel really bad. And they feel bad that there is nothing they can do to help me feel better. It’s a never ended cycle of pain and repressed emotions. Today I had to get up in front of a group of strangers and give a presentation for work. And I did it. I smiled and put on my happy face despite my pain. It’s what we all do. We who suffer silently.