The fact is, I’m not a happy person, and I never have been. There simply isn’t a time in my life when the fog of depression wasn’t my companion. Infrequently, I’m a little less sad. Mostly, I hide in my mind. I try, most days, to fake it – and I’ve become really good at faking it. I can smile, nod, chat, put on a show. All the while, drowning in the shadow of hopelessness – wilting, sinking, screaming in silence. I’m a charlatan, a liar, an imposter; I have been forever, for always – for the whole life of me.
And I’m looking for a change.