It could be the smiling person next to you.


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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