“Monday morning dread.
I feel sick on Sunday night when I know that I have to pull the mask out again.
I’ve always been the successful one out of the two of us.
Really though I’m riddled with anxiety and I can’t hide behind my career anymore.
I feel guilt and shame…and that’s what’s kept me pretending for so long.
If I don’t do something it’s all going to come crashing down.
I know I’ve got to talk to my partner about it, but just writing this is the first step.”