A single average grade on a school paper should not feel like a threat to your physical safety. Yet, for some of us, that is exactly how we learned to keep our homes from falling apart. Yesterday evening, I stared at a burnt pot of rice while my partner walked into the kitchen. My chest tightened automatically, and I found myself rehearsing an elaborate defense explaining why the heat was too high, even though nobody was actually accusing me of a crime. We buy these expensive self-help guides and try to build this bulletproof …
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