If something is wrong, just write it down somewhere.
Maybe someone will find it. Maybe someone will become curious with whatever is in your computer, whatever is written in your notebook, or whatever is shown in your eyes.
Maybe they’ll see it. There’s still a possibility.
But for me?
Ah, they won’t. No matter how quiet I’ve gotten. Despite the number of books I’ve read about depression and their stories. Regardless of how many I give them, no one has found the signs.
But how could someone possibly find what they’re not looking for?