How I am - really

It's time we talk about it. Please know: I can contract for my safety.

They keep checking on me.
Head resting on my feet
Paws draped across my lap

They’ve been doing bark alerts too
Especially when my stillness seems to creep
towards forever 

I never told them
But I never have to.
They just know.
I am not okay.

When I was first diagnosed with dissociative disorder four and a half years ago I thought,
Okay, that explains…