The Mask

Remember when we were children and we got dressed up for Halloween? I always looked forward to Halloween and trick or treating but I remember it was work. I remember working to put the costume together. Working to put the makeup on, keep the costume on and it was real work to keep the mask on. I was rather sweating underneath that cheap piece of plastic, held by a rubber string, which sometimes broke, or I was lifting the mask to breathe and see where I was going. I was miserable but I wanted the candy.

I think that is how we are as adults now. We wear a plastic mask that keeps us working. We are working to keep a mask on that portrays us different than what we are. We wear the mask to hide the traumas, the pains and hurts. The stories we can’t tell are hidden behind the mask. I know, it’s tiring to continually say “I’m ok” when you’re not ok. I know it’s a lie when you say “I’m fine”, but you’re not fine. It’s miserable to wear the mask every day. All for what? People that have the same or similar issues as you.

I know, I understand, I’ve been there and I’ve done that, still wear my mask some days. I got tired of working to keep a mask on to hide my issues, the same or similar issues that you have, that so many others have. Masking problems doesn’t solve them. Covering wounds does not allow healing. When you get tired of working, not being able to breathe and not being able to see, you’ll take your mask off and you’ll find others that have taken their mask off too. Everyone is fighting different devils on different levels. It’s ok, not to be ok! You can take your mask off now to breathe.

Published by Dana

Creative writer about my life and life lessons. Survivor of abandonment, addiction, narcissist relationships, and trauma. Still dealing while I'm healing. Thank you Jesus!

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