5 Harmful Habits That Make a Stressful Day Even Worse
When I was little, I often felt as though I lived in two completely different worlds.
My parents’ home was like an ice castle. Everything looked beautiful. Everything was orderly. Everything appeared exactly as it was supposed to. But it was cold.
My mother rarely let me do what I genuinely wanted to do. Instead, I was expected to only do what had to be done.
Many evenings I went to bed exhausted, frustrated, or quietly holding back tears.
Whenever I complained, my mother would simply say, “You have to endure it. That’s how everyone lives.”
Then there was my …


