I feel this is how I live my life every day. I pretend to be normal to the outside world. They do not see my insecurities, they do not see my depression, they do not see my tears of loneliness. They do not see the daily pain of the invisible illnesses of fibromyalgia, celiac, chronic migraine headaches and the photosensitive that prevents me from being in fluorescent lights. They do not see the uncomfortable feeling of claustrophobia I have when in crowds.
They see me pretend that I am like them, I am capable of mixing with the ordinary person doing their job. I do mine well. I am good at knowing my limits and when to say the right things, to leave when I need to, to hide when needed. I have to, I am a survivor. I am good at my job, I am good at pretending.