Maybe no one sees how hard this is for you right now. Maybe you’ve gotten really good at holding it together on the outside… while everything inside feels like it’s unraveling. Maybe you’re tired—not just physically, but deep in your soul. The kind of tired that sleep doesn’t seem to fix. And maybe a part of you is wondering if it would just be easier to stop feeling anything at all. If that thought has crossed your mind, I want you to know something—without judgment, without

I’m not ashamed of the masks I wore. They were created to protect me when I didn’t feel safe being fully seen. I learned to read rooms before I learned how to be myself—to shrink and hide parts of who I am. Not because I was fake, but because it felt necessary to survive. Those masks were built from a belief that I wasn’t enough, protecting the parts of me that feared rejection. I hid because I thought being seen might make people stop loving me. Now I’m learning something di