Is there anything more mortifying than being caught in a profession that denies your creativity, your INFJ wit, your energy, that voice that carries your day surging forth amidst a cloud of ADHD-driven energy, your constant urge to do every job the best you can (because, middle class work ethic).

And replaces it with a shroud of negativity, oneupmanship, the sparring of ego, and, worst, being shouted at.

Some days are dark days and some days there’s a break in the clouds. But dammit, I’m 36 and I need to be better at catching those rainbows.