I also was a high-functioning depressive. People rarely look below the surface, don’t want to see what doesn’t look shiny. Depression still comes to visit me every now and then, most recently after the election. But, I now have a caring husband who does his best to push depression out the door, true friends who hold a loving space for me, and my writing, which was lost for many years. Keep writing — it helps. Sending a hug across the miles and holding a loving space for you.