A realization that I am, in fact, a coward.
I can overcome this cowardice by giving less fucks.
My job is making me miserable, which impacts my mood negatively, my art negatively, and my life negatively.
I need to suck it up and just leave my job full of unhappy, vengeful, passive-aggressive, misogynistic, racist, sexist coworkers.
Now is the time for me to arrange my priorities instead of avoiding them.
I am talented no matter what my brain keeps trying to convince me.
I can have opinions and express them.
It should have been a red flag the first time I got a murderous impulse at my job over something so trivial.