People think they know you when you stay quiet, they fill the silence with their own stories, their own fears. And they are convinced that version is you and for a long time you let them believe it because correcting them felt heavier than carrying the lie. It's strange how fast a mask can become a habit and how fast you stop asking whether it fits and just learn to breath under it. Being misunderstood is not a weakness, that even if people see you wrong, you didn't fail to explain yourself or fail to be human in the right way.