I Battle Depression

Everyone always expects us to be okay, and say that we’re fine when asked, regardless of whether it is true or not.
I was never taught how to be okay with admitting that I’m not just fine.

So I’m, fine, to others.
I deal with it, and ignore it for as long as I can, and I bury it in the deepest parts of my mind, and go on with my day, because I’m supposed to be okay.

And then, when I don’t have the busyness of my daily life to distract me, and I’m finally alone, it becomes really difficult to act like i am just fine.