Dated a girl that fought depression for a long time, and it’s frankly incredible to see someone triumph over it. And, for lack of a better word, depressing to watch them suffer through it. Hopefully this isn’t too close to truth anymore, but I’m glad I got the opportunity to read this.
The first line situates your story and flings your reader right into the centre of what you were feeling. The story seems pretty ambiguous about whether or not the faking strategy worked for you… I got the feeling it got a little easier but not all the way there… well written.
It’s so true that depression feels fake and numb. There’s a line from an Elliott Smith song, “I have become a silent movie.” Story reminded me of that.
I know how this feels, and I hope that, if you haven’t made it through to the other side already, that someday you do. Because it can get better and when it does you can look back and breathe a huge sigh of relief that you’re still here to experience the good parts of the world.