Her mask shields her face as she watches the world go by; laughter erupts, couples
dance as music plays. She watches from the balcony, scared that someone will notice her. She feels conspicuous, yet simultaneously invisible. She wonders what it is like to feel like she belongs. Sometimes, she wants to remove her mask and unveil her true self, but she has worn the mask for so long that she would not recognize her own face. She yearns for the moment she can take off the mask, and join the world, but she knows that the mask is what protects her. Noone can hurt her if noone knows her. Noone talks to the girl too afraid to show her own face.
That is how it feels to live with a mental illness: conflicted. While depression,
anxiety, and eating disorders are painful, they protect their sufferers from the outside world. Rejection does not exist for a person who cannot even accept herself; there is nowhere else to fall, or at least that is how it feels. But merely surviving is not living.
At some point, if she wants to live a full life of friendships, happiness, a relationship, and a career, she will need to unmask herself. This does not mean that she is cured, but she lets the world in because living a life hidden never made her happy. She needs to be vulnerable and unapologetic in order to let go of the illness that has suffocated her for so long.
At first it will be painful; she no longer has a mask to shield her from the glaring
sunlight. She may face rejection and ridicule. She will be afraid and overwhelmed by the loud, and at times judgmental, world she lives in. She may look in the mirror somedays and see not an ounce of beauty, but one day, she will see that it was all worth it. The mask prevented her from reaching her potential, but without it, she is a force to be reckoned with.
This is such a wonderful post, I absolutely love your style of writing. I am following you so that I can read more!
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Thank you so much!
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This is a beautiful post. You have the compassionate soul and hand of a poet. Even brought a tear to my eye. Well done
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I agree. It’s a beautiful post. Such important subjects too. Well done.
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A great and important post in showing the pain and shame we can feel about mental illness due to the stigma that still exists. I know, I’m a fellow mask wearer.
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Thank you!
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I’m still wearing my mask, unfortunately. I suppose I’m still waiting for the perfect opportunity.
You’ve touched the subjects of mental illness and stigma well! 😀
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Stephy, it takes time. I’m still working on it too, but the first step is acknowledgement! I wish you luck on your journey to self-acceptance.
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