Mask
"It is such a joy," I said expansively to one of my Polish colleagues, "when the pills kick in and I rise up out of a depression." I raised my arms and inhaled with relish. "It's like... it really is like coming back to life, like being me again."
And he glanced at me, and enunciated in his nice Polish accent, "You wuhrr deepresséd?"
That's a good thing; I'm glad I managed to keep a lid on it pretty well. My work did suffer, but if my colleague didn't notice anything too out of order then it means I'm doing a good job of keeping my shit together even through a fairly nasty depression. And keeping it together is an important part of dealing with the situation. It's not about keeping it a secret, it just means staying reasonably socially and professionally functional. Well done me.
Maybe I can get to sleep now...
And he glanced at me, and enunciated in his nice Polish accent, "You wuhrr deepresséd?"
That's a good thing; I'm glad I managed to keep a lid on it pretty well. My work did suffer, but if my colleague didn't notice anything too out of order then it means I'm doing a good job of keeping my shit together even through a fairly nasty depression. And keeping it together is an important part of dealing with the situation. It's not about keeping it a secret, it just means staying reasonably socially and professionally functional. Well done me.
Maybe I can get to sleep now...