I hear this over and over when people sympathize with me because I’m going through a tough time, and they think I’m sad, they misinterpret my mental “illness” so to speak, for sadness. Of course this fucking anxiety thing leads to me being a bit sad but trust me on this: I’m not overly sad! I’m not deep down sad! Actually I’m deep down happy. Knowing that I get to do lots of fun things, I have a job and a home, that I have good friends, friends who care about me, and no real enemies. Sure, I do lack certain things in life that I think are crucial but all in due time and life is rarely perfect, now is it. I thoroughly appreciate people’s sympathy and support though, but it’s sad that my issues come across as sadness. Maybe I should communicate it better, I don’t know. Also people tend to feel uncomfortable or awkward around me just because I’m not as cheerful and talkative as usual. Which of course is tough because I want to be able to be ALL me, not just the cheerful person I am when all is good.