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I tell myself again and again that I’m okay. That things are fine. Almost going my way, even. I go out, I do what I need to do, I play games, I have fun, I make money. I’m good.

And then something, a little something, sets me off.

It’s a comic, this time, and it’s a very good comic and I will tell you about it outside of my depressive fit.

I’ve trained myself long and hard to put on a face of stability. I’m pretty good at it. I can lead. I lead a whole team of people every time I work and seem like I know what I’m doing, even if I’m just winging it. (Though that’s the key to leadership, as far as I’m concerned. Always seeming like you know the answer to those working with you, but approaching things knowing that you don’t.)
But, you know, it’s all a facade.

I know I’ve said all this a million times… and each time I say it, a week or so later, I’m like, eh, I’m back in control. I got this. I’m on it. But I’m not.

I’m pretty broken, you know?
Pretty much.