Take a breath and smile… You had a bad day… You didn’t die… I am nearing 50 years old. I was you once. I was beaten both mentally and even physically for my stutter. I endured. You will too. I will not say that you will never have another bad day. I will not say that you won’t blow it again. But I will tell you this… Your stutter is no excuse to wilt away and watch someone else live a life you wish you could have. You are going to have to learn your vulnerability is not your weakness. You are going to have to get tough and fearless and show up and be heard. You have to take this as your mindset… Every goddamn day… For the simple fact that someday… Some kid just like you is going to voice their doubts… Mire in their failures... And you are going to have to tell them about all your victories and defeats and give them the hope they will so desperately need on that day. That is your first job as a stutterer. Welcome to the club.