I hid behind my marriage and perfect looking life. I hid by my ability to make sure I always said the right thing. I hid by not engaging in conflict when it was necessary because I didn’t want to look like the bad girl.
I hid behind books, isolation and other activities that would keep me away from people.
I never asked for help.
And honestly nobody thought I ever needed it.
I was so damn scared of being vulnerable I just pretended that I was OK all the time. My standard answer was I was “FINE”.