I am the strong one. I am the one people come to when they need advice, a shoulder to cry on, or just a listening ear. I am always receptive and as helpful as I can be, but no one realizes that I am only strong on the outside. I fight depression every day, and those around me, day in and day out, working beside me for ten hours a day have no clue. No one asks the strong one if they’re OK because they seem fine taking care of everyone but themselves. Remember that the ones you lean on for support might need you to check up on them every once in a while, and at least pretend to care.