No matter how many good things happen, I seem to always end up just lying alone in bed at night. I can't even cry, even though I really want to. I find myself so pathetic, but if someone asks me if I have depression I say 'Ah nah, not really. You know, I get a bit down sometimes, but you just gotta keep going and making the most of it' when really I know I am depressed. People call me an inspiration, and I feel sick inside, almost as if I am a fraud for faking such a positive outlook.

I appear so positive outwardly, like I am wearing a mask. The only time I am truly myself is when I am alone.

Has anyone else been through this?