“You’re Making Up Symptoms,” They Laughed—Until the Specialist’s Report Came Back.

need their permission to exist. I’d learned that invisible illness makes you visible in ways that matter: to yourself, to your worth, to your non-negotiable boundaries.

I pulled into my parking space and sat for a moment, looking up at my apartment window where a light glowed warm. Inside was my medication organized in weekly containers, my symptom continue reading …