The Masks We Wear

“I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.”

We all wear masks. The professional mask. The social mask. The family mask. The mask we put on when we need to appear stronger than we feel, more certain than we are, more together than we are.

Masks are not always dishonest. Sometimes they are protective. Sometimes they are appropriate — not every context requires your full self. The mask you wear at a job interview is not a lie; it is a selection.

But when the mask becomes permanent — when you have worn it so long that you have forgotten what is underneath — it becomes a problem. Not because the mask is bad, but because the self beneath it is being starved of air.

The question is not: do I wear masks? The question is: do I still know who I am when I take them off?

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