Even though she was in a very depressed state of mind, she was realistic. She realized that no matter what she said, someone would hate her for it. She stopped telling people how she felt. She only trusted her closest friends, but still didn’t even tell them everything. She mostly kept to herself. No one really knew what was really going on inside her head. She felt they didn’t deserve to have to listen to her problems when they all had problems of their own. The saddest part of all this was that no one even noticed or cared that she had stopped talking. People still noticed her, and they would always stare and make side comments to the people around them. This made her wish that she couldn’t even be seen, because it seemed that all people noticed was her flaws. Not only did she not want to be seen because she knew all people would notice would be her flaws, she wanted to know the truth about what people would really say about her if she wasn’t there. Would anyone care? Would they even notice? Would they be glad, or would they be sad she wasn’t there anymore? That was unlikely. However, after a while of her trying to pretend she wasn’t even there, people started to notice. Her friends and family could tell that something was wrong, but still feeling unworthy of them to worry about her problems, she brushed it off as nothing was wrong, just so she could go back to being invisible. However, eventually, it got to be too much. She could no longer pretend that she was ok and no longer wanted to be invisible. She wanted people to know that she was not ok. But when she tried to tell them, no one would listen. She tried to hide the anger she felt inside by pretending that she didn’t say anything, and, out of hopelessness, went back to being the invisible girl again. She lost trust in everyone, including her friends. All she talked about with her friends and family from that point on were positive things going on in her life. She didn’t mention wanting to be invisible and not being able to trust anyone. She didn’t mention her depression and feeling unworthy of the friends and family that she had. Nobody knew any of that. Then one day, things changed. She’d reached a breaking point and just broke down and let everything out for everyone to eve. Everyone saw all the ugliness inside her and ran. Everyone but one. He was excited to know that he wasn’t the only one who was willing to show their flaws to others. He told her that he once felt that way, and he was able to help her to embrace that part of her. She couldn’t comprehend the fact that he wasn’t scared away by her ugliness, that she wasn’t alone in how she felt. Still, it melted away her ugliness, and she no longer saw herself as a monster. All those years of pretending she was fine, all the things that she thought were weaknesses, somehow made her stronger. The dark cloud that always followed her was broken through by a little bit of light. From that day on, whenever she started struggling with feeling worthy or like she couldn’t talk to anyone, she just remembered what he had said, specifically when she told him that she felt like it wouldn’t make a difference if she had disappeared: What if the last piece of the puzzle was missing? It wouldn’t be complete. You’ve the final puzzle piece. You Belong.