In the early years of my adult life, I had a mask for every occasion. If someone needed help, I became the Helper. If conflict showed up, I became the Peacemaker. If expectations were high, I became the Perfect One. If someone was hurting, I became the Strong One. I could read a room within seconds and instinctively know which version of myself was most likely to keep everyone comfortable, happy, or even impressed.
The problem was that the person everyone else was seeing didn't feel like the real me. It was an invisible loneliness.
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