I’m fed up with half the time feeling a fraud and the other half of the time everyone else thinking I’m a fraud. I may have a smile upon my face, I may laugh and joke, I may get up, get dressed and walk out of the house, I may sort out my benefits, volunteer with other needy people, I may do my own shopping, I may cook my own tea, I may attend courses, I may go to church meetings, I may craft and create…but that doesn’t mean I don’t have depression, that I can’t work at the moment, that I don’t need support, that I don’t need TLC, that I don’t need medication, that I don’t need others prayers, that I don’t need encouragement, that I don’t need to rest awhile, to just be.