Within my success, I understand the concept of loneliness, fear, pressure, burden, expectancies, and how that all dances with the sheer reality of maintenance, public reception and acceptance, and emotional monotony. As your popularity increases (good/bad perceptions), it intensifies. More people are watching and judging. At the focal point of it all, and what makes us, is the gravity of mental health. Everything that we do, in this life, starts with the capacity of our mental health, relying on someone else’s to match or complement ours. Nonetheless, somehow, as a society, we still handle it as a dubious thing—that lives elsewhere—not inside of us. I hope for the day we are preemptive about what makes us who we are.
In conclusion, rich and famous people are not exempt from the complexities of human faculty. Mental health and how we expound on it as a family and society matters for generations to come, and for those of who are here, now. Some of us are considered to be strong based on outer appearance, physical disposition and the amount of money we have. Networth and networks are great, but it’s not enough.