When the party was over and I didn’t pay the bill, my husband’s face went deathly pale with panic. I just sat there calmly and dropped one line: “It’s not my child, so why should I pay?” – News

felt like the depressing thoughts were being washed away.

I bought a journal and started writing, clearing my head. The act of writing helped to offload the sludge from my mind.

I bought a coloring book and colored whenever I had a spare moment. Focusing on the vibrant colors brought a sense of peace to my mind.

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