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As is the case with many people who live with depression, I wear a mask.
Unless I choose to let you see what’s happening inside, you could chat to me all day and never have a clue of the turmoil and despair that lies beneath my smile.
Today I am sitting the hair salon waiting for my stylist, (following strict instructions from the OH to get out of the house and be good to myself – I wanted to simply buy a box of hair colour from Tesco), and am dreading having to make small talk.
I am dreading having to plaster on a smile and pretend to be ‘normal’.
Today I do not feel I have the energy to wear my mask.
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