Radical Authenticity

For most of my life, I hid who I really was. I masked my autistic traits, adjusted my behavior to blend in, and chased acceptance from people who didn’t really see me. But one day, I realized—what’s the point? I was exhausted, miserable, and never truly happy. So I started letting my real self show. It was terrifying, but for the first time, I felt a sense of freedom. Being radically authentic is hard, but it’s the only way to find people who truly get you.