Why Do We Feel We Have To Hide Behind A Mask? (Part 2)
My mask had become so much a part of my identity, I didn’t know who I was without it. The little girl from my childhood polaroids – quiet, confident, fearless – had been lost to an anxious, insecure shell.
Before you continue, if you haven’t read Part 1, you’ll want to do so. It will give you context to what I share next.
Step by Step
First, God nudged me …