…does actually work wonders. I just had to be forced to do it consistently.
Except I completely missed another factor:
Christmas Eve rolled around, my dad picked me up from the train station. It was just a ten minute drive home, but of course, some asshat had to tailgate us. My dad pretty much just routinely became angry.
Which I get. That shit used to stress me out, too.
But well, used to. I had not experienced that level of stress for multiple months. I felt like some monk, checking in on what the normal people were dealing with.