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Apr 2017
The more I fool others the easier it becomes to fool myself.
One day we wear plastic smiles, the next we are indistinguishable from our plastic.
But if we are happy in the end is it so sad that it was all pretend?
My old school counselor had this horrible but helpful(?) poster in her room that said, "If you fake a smile today, it can be real tomorrow." Something close to that. I took that as an excuse to fake smiling (literally) and not get help for my depression for over 12 years. To this day I am still not sure if that was helpful or if that poster prolonged my depression because I didn't get help. Some family members with depression have been getting help and medicated for years though and they are worse while I am better through faking it, thinking positive, and doing my own self-help. Not suggesting to anyone...cause when it was low it was really low...but I'm okay now...so I just wanted to share this small poem as it shows how I am still unsure of this old school counselor's advice.
Bellie-boo
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