After that day, I couldn’t bring myself to wear the necklace again. I placed it on my dresser, where it seemed to mock me every time I walked by. Slowly, I began retreating from the people around me.
I stopped joining group lunches. I declined invitations to happy hour. I blocked off my calendar with fake “focus time” just so I wouldn’t have to sit in the break room with them.
The cruelest part was this: I didn’t even like most of the people who had made me their joke. Yet somehow, their opinion had seeped inside me like poison.
Finding My Voice
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