feel endlessly guilty over things I cannot control and try not to perpetuate, and never, ever dare suggest any kind of dissatisfaction with my situation.
Because of things our ancestors did long ago that has nothing to do with us right now as people.
Because of things our ancestors did long ago that has nothing to do with us right now as people.
Yup. Exasperating, I know. It isn’t reasonable or healthy, but I feel that way anyway.