I was so good! So good that I didn’t realize how much I was dying inside.

I had learned how to hide my depression so deep that I fooled myself most times.

Then when it seemed like things were starting to form a handle on them, that demon would show his face

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I knew how to …

Smile.

Dress.

Accessorize

Model the Depression so that NO ONE would know (not even myself)

My hurt ….HIDDEN.

My hurt …. BURIED.

My hurt …. TOXIC

but all other people noticed was a smile.

“You’re always so happy” when in reality, the correct word to describe me is ‘BROKEN’.

One take away is that… It’s NEVER too late to take care of yourself.

I don’t profess that maintaining FREEDOM will be easy.

What I do know is, Maintaining Freedom is WORTH IT!

Don’t hide behind a smile.

Get to the root of the problem.

It’s ok to not be ok.

Seek Help.

Realign. Refocus. Remain Free.