She carried it to the recycling bin.
But she had learned something. She learned that she could survive a year of sustained pressure. She learned that Liam was a friend who would text her a dumb meme at 11 PM just to make her laugh. She learned that her mother would leave cups of chamomile tea outside her door without a word. She learned that the worst-case scenario—failing, disappointing everyone—was never as bad as the fear of it. hsc all notes
With a sigh, she peeled back the lid.
The plastic crate was a graveyard of good intentions. Emblazoned on the side, in faded black marker, were the words: She carried it to the recycling bin
She snorted. She’d gotten a B+.