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- Science of Happiness
Growing up, I was pretty emotionally unstable.
By the time I got to high school, I cried myself to sleep nearly every other night. I thought no one liked me. I had no one to talk to but my mentally ill father, who didn’t have a good grasp of how to deal with these feelings himself.
I was a strange mix of academically confident and socially dejected. And it hurt. A lot.
Then I grew up and somehow, amazingly, got that life that I always dreamed about.
The stable family that loves spending time together. Enough money in the bank that we can take fun vacations whenever we can carve out the time. Friends who want to get together for tea or go to concerts.
I know when I wished for all this, when it was the light in my dark teenage life, I promised to never, ever be ungrateful.
But that ache, that gnawing feeling inside … it never quite went away.