There are days when I function almost like an ablebodied, neurotypical person; I can run a block to catch the bus. I wake up early to work and eat breakfast and take my vitamins. I have lattes with friends and call my boyfriend on his lunch break and spend time with my family.
But on bad days...
I literally can't get out of bed. I skip meals because toasting a slice of bread or grabbing an apple takes more effort than I can expend. I have panic attacks that leave me in tears. I can't keep any food down and swallow Gravol by the package.
This is a double life, but it's not glamorous. I'm no Hannah Montana!