Related: What I’m really thinking: the son of an alcoholicI think back to my 20s when I was outspoken, independent and headstrong, all dramatic eyeliner and scuffed clothes. • Tell us what you’re really thinking – email mind@theguardian.com. You might see me at a party, fixed grin, neat dress, nodding along to whatever my companion is saying, looking to the manor born a diplomat’s wife. I come back, flash my suntan around, talk casually of dignitaries met, and post bland Facebook updates of trips to exotic places. That person is still in there, but she only comes out behind closed doors, when we’re sure no one’s listening.

Source: The Guardian July 23, 2016 07:52 UTC