The mask I wear keeps me hidden.
Even from myself.

On days that I feel unworthy, unloveable, unloved...
The mask I wear hides my truth.

To the world I am mighty and composed.
Beyond the surface, I am screaming. I am in code red. I have sounded the alarm. I am yearning for connection and belonging. I am wanting to find peace in the utter distress of the mundane. But regardless of the flickers if joy in my life, “I’m not afraid to go, but it goes so slow.”

The mask I wear is my confidant and my worst enemy. The mask I wear is exhausting and makes me numb to the beauty and to the joy. Because when I numb, i numb everything; the joy, the love, the pain, the agony. Yet navigating the tumulus waters of our existence is somehow easier with this mask.

I want to part ways with the mask I wear. Maybe one day we can part ways... for good.

Because I want to be vulnerable. I want to feel. I want to connect. I want to be present in my life. I yearn for tranquil waters, because the storm is too strong and too much to bear.

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