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Unmasking: Project H

Well, hello. It’s been awhile. The ultra-abridged version of “where the hell I’ve been” is that I was sick. The details of that are less relevant and will inspire conversation another time, but the general timeline started with burnout to COVID to long-ish COVID to “recovered, I think, with occasional flareups.” Something big happened while I was out of commission. It was both terrible and wonderful. At the outset, it felt small and insignificant, then grew into something incredible and powerful.

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So That’s What Burnout is Like

I was excelling at work, investing in my self-care, and bursting with creative projects. I felt great and was even proud of myself. Look at me healing! Pursuing passions! Creating things in ways I hadn’t before!

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Silence is Not an Answer

Silence is not an answer. Silence is the absence of information—nothing more or less. Silence does not indicate a person’s motives, intent, state of being, feelings, or thoughts. Filling in the blanks in the absence of those things is a disservice both to the recipient and giver of the silence.

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The Disenfranchisement of the Hyper-Independent

I seem fearless to everyone around me. Whenever someone asks why or how I would do the thing that they would or could not, my answer is one of two things. It’s either that it doesn’t occur to me that I can’t or that I don’t have a choice.

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The Thirteenth Hour

Before, my life felt like I was always running a labyrinth. Always hearing a screaming baby in a distant place, never able to reach it, constantly yanked in different directions, racing against a time frame that didn't exist. But now the whole thing has been razed, disintegrated.