
I just wanted the pain to go away. My manager had just screamed at me. I could feel my shoulders rising towards my ears and my whole body freeze. I didn’t say a word. I walked out of the office, stopped at the supermarket on the way home, and bought another bag of Haribo.
For a few minutes, the sugar distracted me from what had happened. Then everything came back. What stayed with me wasn’t only the way I had been treated. It was the fact that I hadn’t stood up for myself.
I used to be that person. I used to speak my mind. I wasn’t afraid to challenge authority or say when something didn’t feel right.









