There's something really powerful about being able to speak without fear of judgement. It often comes with the quiet realisation that we spend so much of our lives editing ourselves, holding things back, shaping how we're seen and squashing down the parts of us we worry might not be acceptable. But when we find ourselves in a space where that judgement isn't there, something shifts. That effort to keep it all together can ease and suddenly it's as if you can breathe again, even though you didn't realise you were holding your breath.

Sometimes that space is found in therapy; sometimes it's with a trusted friend; and every now and then if we are open, it can come from within. This feels like a moment where we can offer ourselves the kind of compassion we'd usually save for others. It's not a dramatic moment, rather it is something more gentle. Just a quiet sense that we can stop the pretence and be exactly who we are. 

When we're met in that way, we start to see ourselves differently. There's room for honesty. Not the kind that can feel harsh or exposed, but the sort that feels safe enough to be real. Whatever the feelings we experience in this moment - all of it is welcome.

Sometimes within these moments we can relax. The weight of shame we are carrying can feel a little lighter and the habits we've carried for so long can start to loose. Often, just being truly heard is enough to allow the mask to gently slip. And other times, it's about slowly learning how to offer that same gentle attention to yourself, meeting whatever comes up with kindness and care.

If you've ever experienced that kind of space, you'll know how deeply reassuring it can feel and how transformative. If you haven't yet, I really hope you do; because we all deserve somewhere we can drop the mask, take a breath and just be.