You tell me it is all in my head. As though my head were a small room where false alarms ring for sport, like I have no better way to spend my time and life. You hold films up to the light, of bones and blood, nothing cracked or out of place, or a catastrophe
A patient’s poem on invisible illness and trauma-informed care originally appeared in KevinMD.com.
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