To survive. With peace of mind.

I pretend. To have never been in serious depression. Of course, that's a lie. I have been able to successfully lie to myself. For long periods. To pretend that all is right. When it isn't. But then again,  I imagine stuff being wrong. When it isn't. That's the incredible nature of life. So much of it. Self-deception.  Truth and fiction. Interwoven into the fabric. In an effort to find happiness and calm and tranquility.  So difficult. To face a brutal truth. Little wonder. That one has to pretend. In order to survive. With peace of mind. --Jim Broede