I got dressed in my rumpled clothes from yesterday, not bothering to look in the mirror because I already knew I looked like hell and crept back upstairs to my room and spent what was left of the night staring at the ceiling instead of sleeping.

By the time my alarm went off, I'd made a decision.

I was done.

I was done trying to please everyone, done apologizing for existing and done pretending any of this was working.

I got dressed for work absendmindedly in a black skirt, white blouse and ...