Stayed at a friend's place last weekend and realized how nice it is to have your own space to breathe. Makes me wonder how much of my constant need to be alone now comes from never getting privacy back then. Anyone else still struggling with that?
My parents always told me to suck it up when I was stressed, while my buddy's folks sat him down and asked what was wrong every time he got upset. I ended up with panic attacks at 22 that took a year of therapy to fix, and he's the calmest guy I know. Did anyone else get the 'stop crying' routine and realize later it was just bad advice?