All they said was I was faking it

But they don’t see the amount of pain and suffering I go through because of this.

Can’t they not see?

Don’t they understand that I’m not doing it for attention?

Every doctor tells me the same thing:It’s all in your head

How can they say that?

It’s not all in my head—I swear it isn’t

Just because I’m a teenage girl doesn’t mean I’m faking it

Kids suffer too

Live through pain

Maybe just because I’m not growing old with a bad back doesn’t mean I am any less valid

No

Of course it doesn’t

People make it out that I am less though—doctors treat me as less

Questioning my sanity and my claims, my story

Run, they say, walk, it’ll help

So I do—it doesn’t help, at all

Then people say to use essential oils

Unfortunately, Emily, this is how my brain works and no amount of oils will help

Vanessa, exercise is not going to change anything

Why doesn’t anyone understand?

X-rays they run—they find nothing

Yes, they never say, I believe you

Zany is what they call me instead