They say I’m one of the happiest people they know, but they don’t know how I am alone. They can’t see the scars because they are hidden.
They can’t see my frustrations, or my anxieties shine through. They can’t see how many times I’ve cried myself to sleep, or stayed lying in bed awake, afraid to close my eyes.
My physical and mental disabilities are invisible to others. They are hidden and ignored, not, healed.
Ignoring the hurt won’t heal, all that does is proves tolerance. Acknowledging the scars and the fresh wounds is one thing, knowing how to deal with them, now that’s another.
Scars never truly heal, they are there to remind us of how hard we have worked to get to where we are now.