I need a moment of remembering I am not the worst.
I am feeling a little the worst.
I am not the worst. But I am not.
I am going to think about the things that are not the worst since I got home and have had trouble breathing: there is nothing wrong with telling the truth about your feelings, even if it hurts, even if it makes people turn away from you, both good and both bad. You can’t always be tiptoeing around people, if you are trying to be yourself and exactly at peace with who you are. You need to be who you are, with who you are with.