So. Something happened.
I already committed this to my private journal, so no need to belabor here. Suffice it to say, I am mourning, and I am masking.
I haven’t had the need in three years, and necessity compels me to do it now.
I’ve forgotten how uncomfortable it feels, yet I’m somehow better than ever at doing it. Maybe because I am building in breaks to take it off, idk.
I no longer feel safe.
What a privilege it was to feel safe.
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