I’m fine, happy I consoled myself. Hyperactive in the midst of people, pertubed & troubled in solitude. The widest smile in public but the loudest inaudible cries within.
I was never fazed by the actions of others towards me but my every being wept profusely so much nature performed a dirge for my dead but living soul.
For every strong identity I displayed out there, I got broken twice within.
You’re depressed, a voice said. I can’t! I replied. I’m too insensitive to be!
Little did I know insensitivity was the first recipe for a delicious meal of depression.