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Menstrual cycle- because girls often feel the isolation and pain she describes and it describes how women as a front undertaker there are worse pains, but to us the pain feels  unexplainable   and persistent

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When I have pain I want to tell everyone about it, but keep it to myself because I’m afraid I’m overreacting. I feel like I can relate to Joan and the way she hides the excruciating pain she feels.

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It reminds me of when I injured myself because I had to deal with that my season could be over.

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I can relate to when people downplayed her migraines, making it seem like it wasn’t as bad as it was. There’s been people who do the same thing when something really upsets me, physically or emotionally.

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The essay "In My Bed" remind me of when people and family try to diminish my anxiety by just saying it "just in my head" or that i make it my personality. When it is actuall illness that not only i suffer from but many also do.

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The feeling of society downplaying what you're going through. It reminds me of that because I'm told how easy I have it and how things were harder back then. It kind of feels like my feelings are being invalidated.

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- it reminds me of those days i get really sad and dont want to get out of bed

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The authors migraines are almost like my faith. When people try to diminish or shut me up about it when it theory it is very real to me. And when people try to deny it or find other ways to explain it, and they h the ink they know it all

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It reminds me when I injured myself and how I was determined to get back out there even if it means playing through the pain.

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anxiety- because lots of people brush it off and act like it isn't a real thing, as if its made up.

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It reminds of When something is bothering and I just stay quite about it or when my mom ask me if I’m ok or good and I just say yeah I’m fine and keep it

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In my bed reminds me of silent panic attacks and social anxiety. How my heart can be pounding but I appear to seem okay with this altered mental status of "zoning out"

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In bed reminds of the time when my parents didn’t understand the loneliness I felt every time they went to work and left me alone. They thought materialistic things made up for the time I lost with them.

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The essay of “in my bed “i can relate when people try to dismiss my chest pain into thinking im have an anxiety but anxiety and chest pain are way too different so i never know what i actually have

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One thing I connect to “In my bed” is the feeling of frustration, loneliness, and anxiety you have when you don’t know what else you can do to be okay again. I also have a health problem and sometimes I feel those types of emotions.

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It reminds me of when my family specifically would diminish or belittle me when I would have panic attacks or anxiety attacks. I would get the frequently and it was something that was brushed under the rug and they were in denial and told me that it was nothing until we actually took the time to get it checked out.

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In my bed reminds me of peace. When I’m having a stressful day or sad I could just lay on my bed and don’t have to worry about anything else.