Someone sent me a really interesting article. It’s about whether to disclose a hidden disability. All of my disabilities are invisible. You see me walking down the street and you wouldn’t know that I had a single issue. I am painfully aware of what I look like to random people who don’t know me. I’m painfully aware of that. They see a pretty young lady. You’d have to talk to me for a while to even know that I have a problem with my speech. Even that is getting to the point that it’s not an immediate giveaway. Whenever I use my handicapped parking pass, which I don’t use unless there is no place to park, which by the way I was just at Whole Foods in the middle of the day on a Tuesday and it was PACKED. Jesus, I’m never going to that store on a Saturday. Sorry about the tangent, anyway whenever I use my parking pass, I get out of the car and people look at me and I know that they’re thinking “what is she doing parking there?” I know it happens, I know people think that. I’ve learned to let people think what they think and say whatever they want to say and not let it affect me. I can only control what I say and do. Given the option, I would choose that my disabilities be invisible as opposed to visible. Given the choice I would choose not to have to deal with these crapass disabilities ever but I do, I have to deal with it. I DON’T have a choice. I’m trying to make the best out of the piece of shit situation that I was dealt because the alternative of making the best out of this situation is well_______you fill in the blank. I had a stroke at 30, it is what it is. That’s why I do a ton of meditation, it’s the absolute only thing that makes me feel better. Given the option, I would choose to have it this way, I would choose invisibility but it causes me a lot of problems and annoyances. But again, it is what it is.