I used to think masking was survival. And maybe it was for a time. But I hit a point where I realized I didn’t know where the mask ended and I began. I was performing so much, at work, around friends, even alone, that the real me got buried under layers of “acceptable” behavior.
Unmasking has been messy. Awkward silences. Saying “I don’t like that” without overexplaining. Letting people see the weird, quiet, intense, or emotional parts of me I used to hide.
But here’s the thing: I’m not becoming someone new. I’m remembering who I was before I learned to hide.
If you’re on this journey too, stay with it. The real you is worth meeting.
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Great post this is how I’ve been feeling about trying to relinquish myself of my weed habits. It’s been so long since I took a break it feels like wanting to let the real you out but being afraid of how people will take the real you when you actually start to reveal what your really feeling rather than hiding/ masking.
Thats beautiful. Sometimes we settle for less for so long that we believe we are less.