Someone I work with at my part-time job once told me,
“You always look so happy.”
The truth is, I’ve been living with a quiet heaviness for the past two years.
Only my younger sister knows what that really means.
Why is it so hard to let people see that I’m not okay?
People say meeting more people will help.
They say I just need to get out more.
But even that feels overwhelming.
When I meet people,
I spend more energy hiding myself
than actually being present.
Much later, I learned there was a name for this —
“smiling depression.”
I didn’t realize other people were living this way too.
The only thing I know how to do to keep going
is to wake up early,
watch the sunrise,
and run along the river.
So today,
I run again.
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