It sucks that I don’t know if I’m sick or not. When we say sick, we’ve socially conditioned ourselves that it’s simply some kind of imbalance in our physical health’s homeostasis. Yet as far as the eye can see, I’m well. I’m in pretty good shape, I maintain a strict diet, and I love a good laugh every now and then. What the eye can’t see is that I maintain my shape and diet because it feels as if all I have left control over in my life. I love a good laugh because that’s the only way I can force my anxiety into the recesses of my mind. Common eyes can’t see mine up, at the peak of the night, filled with rage, fear, and defeat. But the way we’ve socially conditioned ourselves, I’m still healthy. How can I possibly be healthy when I feel like I do?