How does one become their own role model?
That is the question, isn’t it?
See, I’ve accepted that shame has taken residence in me for the eternity of my mortal life.
Perhaps I’ve done this subconsciously knowing that discordance with such shame will cause the extremely thin sharp reflective line to twirl and send whatever is on top of it to the other side. To not accept and instead struggle against it is to risk exhaustion and suicide. Yes, on the other side of that thin fragile line is suicide.
The only unlocked door suggests that the shame only exists where role models lack.
I do lack role models.
So to reach true happiness
to be my own role model
I need to stop caring

















