Mask

I wrote Mask a number of years ago when I was struggling with a serious bout of depression amidst a failing marriage but was too proud, stubborn and ashamed to admit it to anyone else. I could barely accept it within myself, let alone ask for help. To me it would have been equivalent to admitting I wasn’t in control of my life and for this real perfectionist, that was unthinkable.

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