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I don't think that most people who know me know that I am depressed, or bipolar. I cover it well. And I am not morose or glum; my depression is subtle, at least in its appearance to outsiders. Another depressed person might sense it, the way gay people sense other gay people. This is ok with me, because I don't want pity and I don't want to be feared. But this is also why I don't tell most people about my situation: I don't want pity, and I don't want to be feared. And I take care of myself. But here, in writing this blog, I don't hide my truth. And, as someone said, the truth shall set you free.