Living With an Invisible Disability at 21

I turned 21 in November, and spent the following two days in bed.

I wasn’t hungover or recovering from some wild night, but so completely exhausted by my small dinner celebration in which I cooked for four of my friends and then sat at a kitchen table for a few hours.

It was absolutely lovely and I loved every part of it, but just the cooking and baking (which was not monumental by any means) had me in pain before the dishes were clean.

What would maybe be tiring for the average able bodied person, my disability makes beyond draining.

Yes, disability.