Late diagnosis, and a lifetime of masking.
Does anyone else feel, as they come to terms with the years of masking that is behind you that, in a effort to 'do the right thing' that, in many ways your life could be considered a lie?
The memories of things I've stopped myself from doing just keep coming and I feel so sad that I haven't been able to live a life I really wanted.
...don't get my wrong, I realise there's a lot of time left to live more authentically. But oh how I'd like to go back and be much bolder in my bravery
