Sometimes it’s a serious test of wills; how far can you push, where is the breaking point? It’s like the sore you get on the inside of your lip that you just can’t stop touching with your tongue. You always know it’s there, you can’t ignore it.
Sometimes you can look in the mirror and not even recognize the person staring back at you. ‘Who is this person?’ You think. ‘How did I get here?’
And most importantly, how did you get so good at hiding?