I'm a patchwork. I'm strict with myself but act like I deeply believe that rest is essential and makes things better and that diversity brings true progress. I don't want to be like the people who raised and who taught me in my teens. I don't believe we are in that kind of world, but I do hope. I want to make changes, so I support people and try hard to encourage them to care more about themselves and tell them it's okay.
But I'm struggling with this paradox myself. I'm in pain.