What You Hide Still Shapes You đ§
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." â AnaĂŻs Nin
We all wear masks.
âYour shadows hold the truths your mask refuses to tell.â
Not the theatrical kind. The quiet kind.
The smile when youâre not okay.
The shrug when something actually stings.
The polished version of you that fits in better than the real one ever did.
Weâre taught early: manage the image.
Get good at looking like youâve got it together.
And if you canât be perfect, at least be palatable.
But hereâs the trade off.
Every time you adjust your mask, your shadow takes note.
It watches what gets repressed.
It collects the anger you wonât express.
The jealousy you spiritualize.
The grief you edit down into âIâm just tired.â
The shadow doesnât judge. It just records.
And one day, you realize: the part of you thatâs supposed to feel whole doesnât trust you anymore.
Because itâs been silenced for too long.
Because youâve been telling the world a story your body doesnât believe.
The mask protects.
The shadow remembers.
And real growthâŠ
It starts the moment you stop pretending your curated self is the complete one.
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Your inner work.
Ask yourself:
âWhat emotional mask do I wear most often, and what truth might it be covering?â
Is it the âIâm fineâ mask?
The âchill and unbotheredâ one?
The âalways positiveâ performer?
Now journal:
âIf I took that mask off in private, what would I hear my shadow say?â
You donât need to fix it today.
Just face it.
Thatâs where healing begins.
In the end.
You donât need to destroy your mask.
Just stop mistaking it for your identity.
Youâre allowed to be seen.
Not the edited version.
Not the polished persona.
You.
Even if youâre messy.
Even if youâre angry.
Even if youâre still working it out.
Because the shadow isnât here to ruin you.
Itâs here to reunite you with the truths you buried too earlyâŠ
And the self you were always meant to become.
Letâs talk about it.
What mask have you been slowly learning to remove?
And what did your shadow reveal once you stopped silencing it?
If youâre ready to share, please do.
Not for confession.
For connection.
Letâs normalize truth without performance.
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I am not sure I was too happy to read this post, but it was necessary. Thank you for writing it. I have things to think about. I think it's time.