Only my closest friends and family ever really knew what I was dealing with. I smiled a lot, was the class clown, told great stories, graduated summa cum laude. No one would have looked at me and guessed that I was drowning in depression, a slave to OCD, driven to certainty in unhealthy ways.
Try to hear what people aren’t saying. And have more discussions.
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JACKIE LEA SOMMERS 
So true, Jackie. I was very good at putting on a happy face, even on some of my darkest days.
Literally everyone I’ve told has been completely shocked when I told them I have severe depression. When you’re so used to appearing happy, it’s easy for others to think you always are.