There is a desire in me to hide: from myself, from community, from being known. I have this idea in my head that says If I remain ambiguous, then people will be attracted to the mystery and not know any of my faults. This, I’ve discovered, is a lonely place to live. And the thing about hiding is that it is often so revealing. I often find that when I think I’m hiding, it’s more like I’m standing out in the open for everyone to see; everyone except myself.