This is what being invisibly disabled looks like. If you were to walk into my classroom during my lunch today, this is what you would have seen. What’s invisible is the inner chaos of my brain. You can’t see me mentally sorting through PTSD triggers and trying to decide which strategy to use. You can’t see that when I begin to feel triggered, my ADHD-inattentive symptoms triple in severity… but when someone walks in, it breaks my thought cycle and I oddly can refocus, kind of. I’m not one to fake it till you make it and there is no hoax in this picture. I’m not trying to mask away anything with what I wear, doing my hair and makeup, or even smiling. It might look like I’m fine, but I’m still struggling… and I can still find joy within the struggle. We are all different and for me this is what being invisibly disabled looks like around 355 days a year. It’s invisible but it’s still there ❤️