That erroneous theory (that began driving so many of our weird behaviors as early as elementary school)?
The theory that we are more screwed up than everyone else.
By the time I finished kindergarten, I had an elaborate web of lies to hide behind. Fear of being found out to be not as smart, good, strong, worthy, loved, rich, talented, endowed, worldly-wise, attractive, or normal as everyone else appeared to be.
I didn’t start the process of letting myself out of this dungeon until I completely owned my humanity and became vulnerable enough about it that others started letting me see the reflection of it in them.
That’s freedom. No apologies. No pretention. Just being who I am, on the road to improvement.