Thank you so much for sharing this. What you’ve described—masking for so long that your sense of self feels lost—is something so many of us carry, and it takes courage to put that into words.
I want to honor the truth of what you said: it isn’t easy to “just stop” masking when it has been survival for so long. Sometimes remembering who we are means giving ourselves space to experiment in small, safe ways—tiny choices that don’t need to be perfect or permanent, but that feel like yours.
You are not alone in this. Your comment is part of the gumbo we’re stirring here—the reminder that our stories connect and make space for each other.
I’m grateful you’re here, and that you trusted this space with your truth.
I have been masking my whole life I have even lost my sense of self. Even if I wanted to stop, I don’t remember what I want for myself anymore.
Thank you so much for sharing this. What you’ve described—masking for so long that your sense of self feels lost—is something so many of us carry, and it takes courage to put that into words.
I want to honor the truth of what you said: it isn’t easy to “just stop” masking when it has been survival for so long. Sometimes remembering who we are means giving ourselves space to experiment in small, safe ways—tiny choices that don’t need to be perfect or permanent, but that feel like yours.
You are not alone in this. Your comment is part of the gumbo we’re stirring here—the reminder that our stories connect and make space for each other.
I’m grateful you’re here, and that you trusted this space with your truth.