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There is a woman in my circle of friends. We will call her Ann as that is not her real name and I need to give her one. Ann is a sacred cow of sorts. No, I'm not calling her fat. She's idolized by other people in our circle. On the surface, she's entertaining, arty, and funny. That said, she's also an insufferable hipster, selfish and unstable. She writes continually about her depression and how she is fighting it and doesn't want it. I think she does in that she doesn't want to let it go. Every chance she gets at help, she destroys. She defines herself with her depression. She brings her young child into her therapy sessions to listen to everything. She is also one of those friends that needs everyone when she is going through an episode but one she is in a good place, those that helped her become invisible to her.