I didn't learn mental toughness in school.
I didn't learn it in my business life.
I learned it in a dysfunctional family where emotional support was sparse.
I took care of my sister because my stepfather wasn't emotionally mature enough.
And yes, I laugh a lot when qim in the shit, because shit is hilarious at times.
You might disagree, and that's fine, but even in the darkest of times, homeless, on antidepressants and split from my family I laughed.
Because what else can you do?
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@thespacebetween thanks for the upvote