“I have a headache.”
I check my head for some truth.
Technically there’s no pain but my worries are flaring up.
My obsessive and repetitive thoughts are particularly strong today.
Any possibility to be the false okay is too much
so I lie. Sort of.
My cognitive dysfunction is painful on a level that many wouldn’t understand.
Seeking a valid reason to avoid the world is painful.
Hiding the truth is painful.
“I have a headache” flows much more easily than “my mental disorders are causing me chaos.”