There is no good way to start a thread like this. I like to think my threads are, hopefully, asking existentional and philosophical questions worth answering. But what can I wrote, which won't end up pretentious and overdone to death?
We're all redundant.

How do you deal with loss? With pain? With anger?

With the past?

I've tried denial, and it was working like a charm for almost 20 years. But the fucking mask is cracking as I write this shit down.

How to find peace with yourself? Maybe you never needed that and you re accepting yourself for who you are?