I just realised that one of my greatest regrets in life will probably not be the intense betrayals, or the hurt and pain caused by loved ones, but rather the fact that my family will probably never know this side of me in my lifetime. The side that I show to the world in my blogs. They’ll only ever see me in my role that I am required to play in the family unit and nothing more, with the occasional hint at my true self shining through, but I just as quickly recede and wear the masks I’m expected to wear because I can’t trust that they would get this side of me.