Being on stage is cathartic, but the moments after I walk off are what make me return. The hugs I have received from strangers, the innate relation and relief so thick in the air between us, are what makes it worth it. Being told that my words helped someone tangibly capture their own previously ineffable thoughts is what keeps me writing late into the night past my own doubts and fears. Seeing, firsthand, that I can make even one person feel a little less alone and a little more understood provides my greatest reward. Writing is my bread and performing is my butter.