The Great Cover Up

Elle Rogers
Sep 4, 2018 · 3 min read

I sat on the couch over the weekend, knees tucked beneath my chin, hands clenched into small fists, every muscle tense as I stared out the window at the gray sky. I was lost within my own mind, fighting a battle only I can fight, and hiding it pretty damn well. Or so I thought.

My three-year-old son’s voice jolted me from my mental cage. “Mommy’s sad.”

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Elle Rogers

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Mommy. Wife. Writer. Lunatic.

Invisible Illness

We don't talk enough about mental health.

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