The silence hit harder than fame. No lights, no lines, no audience to clap him back into the role he no longer believed in. At 29, he walked into rehab with nothing but the wreckage of his own choices. Sobriety didn’t feel like victory; it felt like exposure. No costumes. No edits. Just him, and the terrifying possibili… Continues…
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