.......or at least that's what most everyone thinks. Truth is the mask I was wearing that was hiding what I was really feeling broke. Now I've gotten a new mask and everyone thinks I'm ok now. Truth is I feel worse now than ever. Think of suicide everyday. Some days I think of it more and some days the desire is stronger than other but it is always there. Much like a bad cut on your hand. Just because it doesn't hurt as bad today as it did yesterday doesn't mean that it's better. Just because I have it covered up now where you can't see it doesn't mean it has healed. I broke down and people caught a glimpse of what I'm going through. Those who got a close look it scared the hell out of them. Welcome to my life. Regardless of what some say I've dealt with this as long as I can remember. When I was a kid they didn't want to diagnose kids with depression or other mental illnesses such as that. So I eventually got very good at hiding it.