“King Shit” on stage, and proper husband at home…
I’ve been seeking validation my whole life. I want to people-please. I want you to like me. I’m going to go out of my way and entertain you into liking me.
Seeking validation from the fans is like the most amazing drug I’ve ever taken – and it can really fuck me up.
I get up on stage and I think, “I’m the shit. I feel good. I’m King Shit here.” Then I go home, off the road, and I don’t have that. I’m just me; I’m just Dad. I’m just a husband, and there’s a pile of dishes waiting righter over there.
I’m like, “Don’t you know who I am?” It’s like, “Yeah, you’re my husband – get over there and do the dishes.” “You’re my dad; drive me to school.” That can be the toughest.
But he adds: “I don’t have to do anything but just be. Just be, and be there. That’s unconditional love.
I’ve been through horrible stuff. The survival techniques I’ve had, learned as a kid, they worked then. They don’t work any more.
I’ve got new tools, new hope, new love, new respect for myself – and I get the validation.
original story at Road Recovery.
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