i admire your ability, as I've always hidden mine. When I was a kid I did it out of survival. We were often punished for crying when Dad beat up Mom. I learned to bottle it in and as the other kids exploded in other areas, I did not. I became known as "the strong one" and mom said she could keep it together as long as I did, but she knew if I ever lost it, things were bad. After hearing this I felt pressured to keep a cork on it and now in my adult life i have a really hard time discussing it. The only person who I opened up to who understood the depths of it is no longer in my life and I feel lost. I find myself wanting to tell everyone, but I'm far too afraid so I am instead trying to figure out how to put the cork back on.