Not with rage. With love. Because the role you played wasn't evil; it was survival. But survival is not living. And a well-acted lie is still a lie.
Because here's the deep truth:
From the first breath, the world hands us a role: good student, obedient child, successful professional, loyal spouse. We learn our lines before we learn our names. The stage is set before we understand what a stage is.
That's the fracture.
The world will tell you the show must go on. But some days, the bravest thing you can do is sit in the empty theater, look at the empty seats, and ask: If no one was watching, would I still live this life?