03/09/2026
THE MASKS WE WEAR
We all wear masks at different times in our lives, often without even realising we're doing it.
Sometimes we create them because we want to fit in, to be accepted or loved. We become who we think other people want us to be, perhaps because somewhere underneath there's a fear that who we really are isn't enough.
But I've also seen another kind of mask.
The person who appears happy, confident and completely fine on the outside, while underneath they're carrying an enormous amount of pain.
Sometimes that comes from difficult experiences. Sometimes from hurt that has never really been expressed or healed. And sometimes there's a much deeper struggle with self-worth and loving themselves.
Through my work with clients, I've often intuitively felt that difference.
Someone can be smiling, laughing and telling me they're fine, yet energetically I can feel something very different underneath. And as we begin talking and gently exploring what's really going on, another part of them starts to emerge.
The part that's tired.
The part that's hurting.
The part that's been holding everything together for everyone else.
The part that perhaps hasn't felt able to say, actually, I'm not okay.
And I don't see those masks as something to judge.
Very often they've been protection.
They've helped us cope, function, belong or get through periods of our lives when being completely open or vulnerable didn't feel safe.
But there can come a time when the mask that once protected us begins to disconnect us from ourselves.
Authenticity isn't about telling everyone everything or exposing our vulnerabilities to people who haven't earned our trust. We can be authentic and still have healthy boundaries.
It's about being honest with ourselves.
Recognising what we're really feeling.
Knowing who we are beneath everything we've learned to present to the world.
And gradually becoming comfortable enough within ourselves that we don't have to keep pretending to be someone we're not.
Perhaps the deeper question is not simply:
What mask am I wearing?
But...
What is that mask protecting — and what might I find underneath if I finally felt safe enough to take it off?