There was a deep initial loneliness that comes with an invisible illness.
At some points during my initial sickness, in the deepest points of anxiety, I seemed to have disassociated to some degree. I would feel like my voice was not my own.
The sickness really took away my will to do much for great swaths of time. While I did manage to persist in my work and my studies, at points I did little else.
As with many things during the pandemic, the nature of my illness was divisive. There were many that I encountered on the web and in person who doubted that I and others like me were sick at all.