This article on "The Mighty" really spoke to me. It talks about people who are high functioning but still have a mental illness, like me. I am a (fairly) productive member of society, I work a 32-hour a week job, sometimes I even work on my extra day off. I cook dinner for our house nearly every night, (even when my husband gets home earlier #sometimesbitter). But I suffer from depression and anxiety. Even on days when I feel like I'm dying on the inside (or sometimes the outside) I get up and go to work, I make dinner, I swiffer up more dog hair than is possible for our one dog to shed. So when a “high-functioning” person asks for help or admits to himself and to someone else his struggles, it takes a lot of bravery. These people have worked every single day to build a “normal” world for themselves are terrified of admitting mental illness, and when they finally do and are met with rejection, little understanding and no empathy When I tell p...