Mask

I'm trying to keep myself together. For the first time in 10 years my depression is knocking on the door and like an idiot I'm answering. I'm staring into space, trying not to think, trying not to feel. In 15 minutes my ex is dropping off our daughter early, "because he's tired", and
I have to put my mask back on that I am strong and capable and not intimidated by him. And I'm not sure I can.