I have learnt recently that one of the biggest frustrations for me was not being able to explain to my family, my friends and my doctors and therapists the symptoms of DPD.
Unfortunately, when I was about 12 I really struggled to explain what I was going through and was therefore...
I have written a poem which I think describes what I am feeling these days as best as I can. Please let me know what you think.
As eyes stare at the rain, they lie
A shell they detect, yet is despised
Laughter the eyes hear but nothing is felt
Orbiting the shoulders the Universe...