I Hide My Depression From Everyone Who Knows Me
I can't hide it from my husband. He knows. He see through me. Perhaps he is the only person on the planet who can. Everyone else see's the "other" me. The happy me. The funny me. The smiling, joking, cute me with the awesome sense of humor. They don't know that behind that big smile is a broken person. They don't know that I wear myself out sometimes pretending to be happy. It is exhausting. I can't keep it up all the time. I have to return to my solitude and rest at times. Who can keep up a happy facade all the time when inside they have been destroyed?
I hide my depression because there is still a stigma attached to it. There are still people who think it's all in our minds or we are defective or weak. I hide how I would like to go fall asleep forever some days. I hide that I am hurt. I hide that I am one of the walking dead. Dead inside from years of sadness and hurt.
I wish I wasn't so fragile or shattered but that's who I am. Half a person.
I hide my depression because there is still a stigma attached to it. There are still people who think it's all in our minds or we are defective or weak. I hide how I would like to go fall asleep forever some days. I hide that I am hurt. I hide that I am one of the walking dead. Dead inside from years of sadness and hurt.
I wish I wasn't so fragile or shattered but that's who I am. Half a person.
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