depression

I don’t talk about it. I try not to think about it. I’ve spent years perfecting the art of hiding it . . . even from myself. During the “happy” times, it lurks like a specter. During “dark” times, it obscures everything else. I never look it in the eye! I only write about it in code . . .

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I’m fine.