The First "I'm Not Okay"

Dear Delyara, I told my partner today that I’m struggling with depression. I’ve been hiding it behind a smile for months, exhausted by the performance. I expected judgment. Instead, I got a hug and a promise to go to the doctor with me. Admitting I wasn't okay was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it was the key that unlocked the door to healing. I’m not carrying the secret anymore.