There is something liberating about being embarrassed to the core. We walk around trying to put our best face on. In the end, we are all full of shit, pretending to be more than we are. The clothes, cars homes, money, power, all pieces to the puzzle that make up the mask.
The facade of the false self…. pure exhaustion. That moment when you no longer have the strength to keep up the lie. The release of what has been hidden. The vulnerability now on display. A moment of weakness or a moment of strength?