“Take Steve Kuhn, for instance. In an article about wearing facades, he wrote: Sure, my friends may have enjoyed being with “good-Christian-Steve,” my family may have been proud of “successful-family-man-Steve,” and my wife may have loved “faithful-Steve-who-wasn’t-cheating-on-her,” but if any of those people got to know the real me, they’d reject me in a heartbeat. Or so I thought. The result, sadly, was that no matter how much anyone tried to love me, I knew they were only loving fake versions of me that didn’t exist. The real me was hidden away where no love could ever reach it, parched with a loneliness that was never being quenched.[”