At the age of 22 of was offered a role in a major motion picture. I held a check for $50,000 in my hand and in an act of wise determination, I tore it up do that I couldn't change my mind-becoming an actress would have been the death of me. Drugs and alcohol were everywhere I looked and I wasn't any good at saying no anyway. For decades, I was totally certain I'd made the right choice.
So, what's changed? As it turns out, I must be a damn good actress. For the past ....um."few years I have been pretending that I'm all right when in fact, I have tears running down my face as I text that I'm fine. So fine...somewhere between bringing the positive, trusting God and feeling guilty about feeling sorry for myself-some people have it much worse, much much worse. According to that gauge, I really am. Or, or-perhaps more likely, they just pretend they don't know, think I am a bummer and just keep contact to a minimum. Yeah, that could be it all right. Either way, it doesn't really change a thing, now does it?
Someday, maybe even someday soon, this will all be a memory and I won't mind the "industry" giving themselves yet another award- because fame and fortune really aren't enough to compensate them for their amazing acting.
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