"...the sea's only gifts are harsh blows and, occasionally, the chance to feel strong. Now, I don't know much about the sea, but I do know that that's the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong, to measure yourself at least once, to find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions, facing blind, deaf stone alone, with nothing to help you but your own hands and your own head..."
— Bear Meat by Primo Levi

I was scared to be honest about my depression because I didn't want to feel weak and vulnerable. But people keep calling me strong. Brave. Admirable.
When I felt strong, I was actually just weak and hiding my depression.
Now that I am honest and feel weak, I appear strong to others.
I'm learning so much.