I’m not afraid of blood; I see it often coming out of me as part of a natural cycle. I’m not scared of pain; I know life brakes through painfully. For me, a good cry is as healing as a good laugh; it cleanses everything, with or without a friendly shoulder to cry on. I pay attention to my nightmares; they usually reveal something important about what I’m going through. I rather see my real face in the mirror, no make-up, no anti-age lotion, even if I put on a mask for everyone else. I know rage doesn’t solve any problems, but rather go through it, have my blood boil, scream and pull my hair, throw something against the wall and break it. Fighting my demons is better than pretending they’re not there. I know they will forgive me in the end, as I forgive them.