A few years ago I felt broken and alone and hid all that hurt from the entire world. Then I though that it was okay, I could share. Nobody would ever judge me because of the things that happened to me, the experiences I’ve had and the damage I have endured.
But that’s exactly what happened. So then I thought maybe I should hide it again, just not tell anyone what happened. It’s okay. I can still be myself and just keep that part of myself hidden.
And that works. It works a little too well actually. But then you get those moments when you doubt that anyone would actually like the real you with all your hurt and baggage and you feel alone. Much more lonely than you ever were when you were actually alone. And so you’re stuck: what is better, being alone or lonely?