"We understand how dangerous a mask can be.
We all become what we pretend to be."
Patrick Rothfuss
I have been contemplating just how many masks I have worn over my life time. There have been so many, and I never understood the damage being done to me. My obsession for understanding others, allowed me to see beyond the facade of others, which postponed me from observing my own.
Each mask restrained me in one way or another. It minimized my ability to write, create, and truly be who I was always meant to be. Blinded, I was led further down paths where I was never meant to be ... not right nor wrong, just not supportive of me.
Dismantling years of criticism and self-sabotage, I began to appreciate how good it felt to slip the mask off and stand vulnerable in spite of fear. I actually began to like my self and began to decorate my heart, my space, and my soul.
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