Wow. I just get my drama from BritBox. But then I'm old.

Discipline is a gift, not a restriction. It tells you that you are allowed to for example eat a nice breakfast every morning, that you are not too much trouble, that you dont have to pretend to not be hungry or to be sick or too holy to eat. That you are allowed to exist.

I am trying to believe for myself, that i am allowed to live in a place where the floor is NOT lava. Then maybe i could have a visitor. Or at least not want to become unalive if the apartment maintenance guy knocks on my door. Or the door next door, and it just SOUNDS like MY door and ruins (anxietates - thats a word, isnt it?) my whole day.