It's tough being me, despite how far I get

It's tough being me. Sometimes I think that I've come so close to societies version of normal, but then I switch...I always switch. I don't attempt to do anything dangerous like before, I haven't blacked out in years, and I'm surviving without meds! Woot Woot me! [Insert Emoticon here] Surviving is crucial and I've survived because of my kick ass husband and my amazing kids. I'm so well at hiding the fact that I am what I am to everyone else, but then I refer to myself as "we." Damn...  I bet everyone that I know would be so surprised at what I am because I'm so good at wearing masks. They don't know or could possibly ever understand my pain. Despite how well I am doing, I still suffer. Does anyone understand?