Yesterday, the head of the department I'm in at school (so like, my boss) spent an hour insulting me and attacking everything I said. I didn't hit her or throw anything at her. I didn't even scream. I did cry. I even told her "God bless you" as I walked out of her office, and I meant that. AND, after all that, I let two other people see my cry AND I even sort of managed to explain what was wrong.
The head of the department might think that she beat me up, but I won. I did so many things that I am really, really proud of. Or rather, I did not do a lot of things I would usually have done.
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"I don't get the facts wrong! It's everything else I screw up!"
-Flynn Carson ("The Librarian")