Teach me how to love you like I wrote, And say it like I mean it when I don’t Teach me how to hold you in my arms, Without squeezing too damn tight and causing harm I’ll learn not to look at you with scorn I will if you promise to never have been born
By all means, give me your lessons in my ways, But damn it, don’t expect me to change Mold me to the man that I should be, But don’t consider that man to be free And how am I expected to behave, How when I’m alone with myself everyday
I never loved you enough, my love And I’ll never hold you close enough
Teach me how to love you like I wrote And say it like I mean it when I don’t
Stress. It makes your heart pound, your breathing quicken and your forehead sweat. But while stress has been made into a public health enemy, new research suggests that stress may only be bad for you if you believe that to be the case. Psychologist Kelly McGonigal urges us to see stress as a positive, and introduces us to an unsung mechanism for stress reduction: reaching out to others.