I'd done a great job of hiding the anger and depression. I worked hard at making it look like my life was the same happy, shiny thing that everyone has always admired. Beautiful, clever little Olive. But inside, I don't feel like that. And the more time that passed , the more I felt like I was a fraud. Playing the part of someone I wasn't. It was terrifying -If I wasn't the person everyone thought I was, then who was I?  Eccedentetiast(s) in my blog