I, too, wear the mask......the one that says "I'm fine" and "I'm the strong one" --- Absolutely no one around me has any idea how bad this disorder is for me or how fragile I can get.

I was in the hospital three times from Oct 2014 through Feb 2015. Every time, I told my ex-husband (with whom I live) as I was walking out the door and sent a text to my kids (they are grown) and sister so they would know where I was.

And, when I left the hospital.......I slipped the mask right back on. They never really even knew why I was there....but part of that is my fault. I don't open up to them because I don't think they can handle it....a couple of them say they can....but I don't think so..