I had an interaction with a coworker last week that rubbed me the wrong way.

Another coworker said something about fixing one thing only to have something else break and as he left the room, I joked saying, “that sounds like my life.”

The coworker still in the room said “You’re a happy person.” I looked over since I was a bit confused, not having said that in a depressed way. He continued, “I mean, I know everyone has their own issues sometimes, but you’re a happy person. Your family is supportive.”

I just smiled and nodded, not being able help thinking back to all the times I’ve felt so alone and fallen into a deep depression, all the times I’ve self-harmed, the times that I’ve put myself in harms’ way hoping I would get killed, and the times I nearly committed suicide.

My coworker doesn’t know any of this, of course and I obviously don’t plan on telling him. It just rubbed me the wrong way having someone *tell* me that I’m happy. Especially after just having been diagnosed with fibromyalgia and dealing with that as well. I guess I’m glad that I at least come across as a happy person.