I pull the carpet out of the room. I talk about the elephant in the corner. I don t like lies. I don t like power plays. But I do believe that you have to fucking fight for what you want.
Fighting requires a lot of energy.
Every few years, I kind of collapse. I feel an extraordinary amount of pressure. Some days I am so stressed out, and so convinced that this evil circus is taking place, I want to cry and explode. I have to talk myself down, and the older I get, the easier that gets. But it s gradual.