Broken crayons still color

I know I don't look the part, but every morning is a struggle to get my life together. Many people don't know this- not my family, not my colleagues, not even my friends. (Of course not) Hell, I'm performing at work and even working on PD patients. They wonder why I can pick them out so well, no shit because I've PD too 😂 I'm still laughing with my colleagues and rushing out every impossible deadline my Prof gives. No one knows how I battle my PA at my desk nor how fast my heart is pounding as I'm banging out my submissions. I look fine, but am internally freaking the fuck out. They say fake it till you make it, so that's what I'm doing.