I've worn a mask all my life. Not a scary mask. A "happy" mask. I suppose that if you're going to wear a mask, it might as well be a happy mask. But a mask, by definition, is a cover up, a disguise, it's inauthentic. In this life, we are called to be true to ourselves, and any kind of a mask is therefore unhealthy to some degree.

This book comes as a result of my own hard work in therapy to get in touch with that pain and to allow myself to suffer and grieve. It's not a happy story, but it's the truth and I trust it is helping to set me free.