I feel like there’s a major disconnect between what I do and what I feel. Everyday, in public and at work, I exude this happy, upbeat, care-free personality; so much so that if my anxiety or depression (which most of my friends and co-workers don’t know about) affects any aspect of my behaviour, they notice almost instantly. I’ll just kinda brush it off like, “Oh yeah, got a big test coming up, so much studying to do,” and then refresh the outer personality that I feel everybody would rather see. Whatever. The point is, my brain is constantly racing and thinking about everything that could go wrong at any given moment and constantly over-analysing every little detail about things that just happened on top of things that happened days, weeks, months, and even years ago. Yet, somehow, I’ve developed this cheerful persona that people have come to expect from me. I feel like I’m two different people. It feels natural at this point to be that happy person while my brain, visually, is like a child’s scribble drawing.