As the mask falls off, piece by piece, I realize it's ok to just be me. And I grieve for the sin, the hurt I placed on people I fooled by being a false self. And I grieve for the sin of not trusting God more, for trying to put Him in a box, as if he were just a plastic action figure on a shelf, unable to truly help me in my time of emergency. I know, now, Lord, that Jesus, You Are My Superhero!!!