Invisible Me

Today we have something new for you...a friend of mine has asked to write a little something.  I know you'll be nice.  She really is awesome, even with her love of the Detroit Tigers.  I bring you  

I'm invisible.....

Some times I get stepped on by people who don't see me.  It doesn't hurt anything but my pride.  I'm small but not so small that a grown man could over look me. People say things I'm not supposed to hear.  They don't tell me these secrets willingly, they just forget I'm there or didn't see me in the first place. Do you want chicken or fish for dinner?  I say fish, and yet bake chicken because no one saw me when I shook my head no indicating I didn't want poultry. There's a book in my lap.  I just want to sit quietly and read it.

Suddenly I am visible... 

I am dragged into arguments I can't win.  Ridiculed because I won't change my opinion to agree with bigoted outdated views.  I wish I could be invisible when it comes to dealing with this mental illness that is not my own.   I wish it's rage was blind to my existence. Instead it seems to be the only eye I catch.  And serenity and peace become invisible to me.

-- Beer Bitch

Now make sure to go visit her page!
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Life-is-better-with-Beer/183141078521672?fref=pb&hc_location=profile_browser

***And because I'm me I always have to add my 2 cents.  I know these feelings.  I live with these feelings.  Beer Bitch, I see you.  Now and always :)