Happy, Smiling having fun. Everything seems fine and normal. Think of yourself as a branch on a tree. Swinging in the wind. A storm rolls in, you break off.

Falling, just waiting to hit the ground. Your time comes closer. Seconds feel like minutes. Minutes feel like hours. Time is lost.

You look for the hands that will catch you. All you want is to see them. You want them to understand.

Sometimes you have to try to catch something as you fall but you fear pulling it down with you. You feel like they don’t believe, they don’t understand. No one can.

Most health issues are physical. You can see them. They can tell you’re not lying. You fear that they won’t care. No one will.

You hide it, you say you’re fine, you say i’m just tired. Some believe some question. They say “Well you don’t act like it”, they think you just want the attention. When that’s the one thing you don’t want. You

try to hold yourself together. You try not to scream or fall.

STOP LOOKING AT ME that’s all you can think. All eyes are on you. Everyone can see you shake, everyone can hear you stutter.

You try to explain how you feel. You get blank stares, but if you’re lucky you fine people that understand. You fine

the hands that will reach out.

Only some people will understand or at least try. Those are the people who hold you up, those are the people who catch you when you fall.