See What’s Left
The Masks We Wear
Every day we pass by friends, acquaintances, classmates and strangers, and all of us are wearing smiles on our faces. For some, that reflects feelings of bliss, joy or contentment. For others, though, it can be a mask.
I often think about my pain and the smile I wear to mask it. Most days, I am have the ability to express my troubles and fight the uphill battle against chronic depression. I tell myself, “You can do it! Just go and talk it out with your therapist.”
At least I had the ability to express myself and fight the battle; Helen did not.
A Dreary Day
After “All We Could”
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Inner Turmoil
The Janitor
What’s Wrong, Dad ?
A voice at the back of my mind said, This is his illness–you can’t take it personally. But even so, I felt hurt by his crying.
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