One more layer got added to the lasagna of bullshit and I just... fell apart. I am still just sort of jerry-rigged together, a hot mess stuffed into a sweater vest running on 3 brownies and a cup of coffee... but the show is going on
I know what it's like trying to keep it together for other people - your family, your job or customers, your friends - it is so hard. It takes a special kind of dissociation to put it all in a box and cram it under the bed to deal with later.
Welp I just barely made it. Thought I saw my parents in the audience at intermission and had a panic attack - my new name & pronouns are in the program and they don't know, but they drove up because of my grandfather...
The whole cast assured me no one noticed and they covered it up damn well, but the head of the whole damn Playhouse was there and noticed, which made the imposter syndrome hit super hard
oh darling <3 be proud you managed to get through it and that it's done. Take some time to relax and just settle the best you can until you have to do something else. We're here and I"m so sorry things are so ridiculously stressful for you right now. I hope they get easier. All my love <3
our hazel
its broken