I used to believe in peace until —

“I think you have a massive fear of getting things wrong,” he said

(no, not my therapist — someone I’d never met).

I froze.

I said —

“Oh?”

Like he’d caught me red-handed.

Humiliated, I recalled the childhood consequences for

‘getting things wrong’ (the rush of air as it accelerates towards your face)

As if anyone deserves to be reminded of that.