es gibt kein richtiges Leben im falschen
Growing up in war traumatized Germany as a girl, I saw no other options but to give in to the overall pressure by adapting to the offered roles.
The roles, which Captitalist performance addicted Patriarchy has crafted for its female slaves.
a good daughter
an adorned student
a striving employee in the corporate world
a success in a men´s domaine
a caring lover
a model of a wonderful mother
a thriving entrepeneur
a perfect practitioner of all sorts of disciplines
Exhausting.
Again and again I went through breakdown.
Failure, stagnation, endurance, followed by collapse, burning - and resurrection.
The Phoenix game.
In this way I worked myself through several lives in my one physical body. I exhausted my resources until my body finally closed down. I fell into the void.
... to be continued
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