The opposite of "in hiding". State religious authorities catching wind of my apostasy, and bringing me before a "religious rehab" judge. Judge delivers his sentence on me, in accordance with his religious rules. My community loses another apostate, and other like-minded individuals secretly turtle-up even further.
But hey, perks of being an apostate is having fun and leading a content life in the digital universe. So, I'm happy living in new homes that serve as permanent alternative spaces to Meta and others.
I see everything as a risk, since I'm living a double life. It is often that the road for me to leave as an apostate is narrow, and chances of me being free is close to none. But I don't stop there. I remind myself that I have friends who looked after me, and I mourn those who passed away from terminal illnesses. Grief seems to talk to me not in stages, but as a constant companion. I balance everything with the good and the meditative. It doesn't always work, but I like to try them everyday anyway. Good luck buddy.