What Happens...

What happens when you realize you're not as strong as you thought...you're actually pretty weak?
What happens when you realize you're not the happy person you portray that you're actually sometimes faking it just to get through the day?
What happens when you realize the bravado you carry around is a mask to cover up the fear?
What happens when you realize that the weight that you have carried for so many years starts to weigh you down?  The weight that felt not light at all but at least manageable, all of a sudden becomes a mansion made of boulders.  A weight that you're no longer walking with and instead are crawling and some days not even that...some days you're just laying there with it on your back waiting, praying for the burden to lighten so that you can get up and move.
What happens when you feel like your letting someone down because of your own insecurities and fears?
What happens...?