“I do pretty well with my mask. I manage to drag myself out of bed most days, take my exhausted half-broken self to work and put on a show for everyone. That I’m perfectly fine Not only that, I’m managing and functioning like a real life human.
When I feel the mask slipping it scares me. I don't want people to see that me: the broken vulnerable me. The me that cries in the toilets at work. The me that can't hold it together any more. The fractured fragmented me that is only held together by this mask”