When we were kids, we were onto ourselves. We can act, behave, and be as we are. It was accepted to cry, be sad, or speak about vulnerability. It was well received, and people appreciated it.
As we age, we have to be perfect. We must do our best among others in the families, friends, and even siblings to as medal of superiority. It is like we are living a life for others. We are not the same person. We are not supposed to cry, speak about our fears, or ask for advice from our parents as they expect the best out of us.
It is like we are in some battle and, we cannot be ourselves. Every move of ours is tracked by someone.
The alter ego comes hunting with a big reminder: Don’t show your Vulnerability.