Invisible Illness
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Invisible Illness

An Open Letter to the Lady Who Questioned my Handicap Placard

You were expecting to catch a criminal, but you only interrupted my breakfast


I know I don’t look like the kind of person who should be parking in a handicap spot. When I get out of my car, there’s no wheelchair to accompany me, no crutches, no limp in my gait, no obvious sign that I have a disability.




We don't talk enough about mental health.

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