Im kinda surprised I’m on this forum…but here goes nothing. I wouldn’t call myself depressed, but as the days go on I notice how I’m not really living my life..Like, I’m obviously alive, but I just go through the motions and do things in life because I feel like I have to in order to be considered normal. I go to school and work (constantly!) and rarely have breaks. 
   However, when it’s really quiet and I’m all alone, there is no one around me, there is a pain that runs through my chest. It gets harder to breath, the thoughts are darker, and I become completely self aware of my misery and self hatred. If you were to catch me at uni or at work, I would never come across as someone that is depressed. However, when I’m alone, laying in my bed, I become aware of how alone I feel. I become aware of the stillness of the room, the emotions rushing through my head, and my overall unhappiness. 


….does anyone else get that? You’re functional, but at the end of the long day…sad?