Do you ever feel like you’re an actor, putting on a smile and an act for everyone else? A facade of happiness while inside feeling that you’re a fraud? All while battling with depression?
Like you’re standing underneath a floor of glass, screaming and beating on it trying to get the rest of the world to acknowledge you. All while they go about their lives without you or even knowing you’re trapped?
Those are some descriptions that I’ve heard about depression, and they match my own thoughts quite a bit. But the best description I’ve ever heard was from a friend: