“I just... I want to fit in somewhere. Me. All of me and not just the parts I show everyone. I want someone to love me, all of me. Or at least see all of me. I do a good job keeping up appearances, convincing everyone I have my act together, that everything is okay. And, mostly, everything is okay. I’m not having an episode. I’m not struggling to drag myself out of bed. I’m not thinking about hurting myself. I am not happy, not exactly, but I’m okay.”
