Waxing rhetorical.
Can’t sleep after realising that the void that I’ve been filling with TV, internet, food and cigs turns out to be…
Authentic self-love and acceptance.
When you have spent your life performing for others and end up in a room all by yourself, do you know the person behind the masks, wigs, and makeup? What makes her genuinely happy, and not just deliver an addiction-based dopamine rush?
Hint: Definitely not religion and social/moral expectations like children.
