As I've gotten older my patience for putting on an obvious mask has worn thin. I've gotten grumpy.
Some of that is more directly mental health related, I'm sure, and while that's certainly a mask being dropped, I kind of feel like there are a lot of them, insidiously buried in my psyche.
I liked the post from @E_Briannica but even then, I'm not even sure what "alone" means anymore.