I tend to put on a mask in conversations, either conveying emotion, or just the information that other people want to hear. It's funny really, events or achievements that one would think would bring joy or a sense of accomplishment just feel hollow. While I can fist-pump or make exuberant gestures outwardly, inside I just feel cold and numb. We all have masks, but the mask that we use for ourselves is the most dangerous. For me, that mask is one that says this will all get better by itself. That my depression will resolve itself, but deep down I know that's not true.