They knew nothing about the fog of depression that I was cloaked in. They knew nothing about the nights that I cried to end it all. They knew nothing about my isolation. I was more than an introvert. I was isolated in my own fear. I was afraid of what people would think when they found out. I feared that they would think I was crazy. I believed that my truth was more than they could handle. Everyone loved that I made them feel happy. I was entertaining...