Hello again. Imagine one of those days when you are at your most stressed out, perhaps with some additional worries about anything that can really tip you over the edge, push every one of your most tender buttons.
You are coiled up so tightly, you can't really think rationally, you're under pressure to do a million things 'right now / by 8:15am' etc, and you then are bombarded with other things that you usually can tolerate but on this particularly day just feel like someone scratching nails on a blackboard x 100 decibels louder than you can bear. [Add in anything else you can think of to make this day worse.]
You've now gone over the edge.
You're spiralling, you're being irrational, and you are losing it. You might be shouting, but you're not even really sure what now.
People who love you have tried to show you compassion, but it just can't work right now because you can't handle it ... and if any one else could "see" everything you were buckling under, they would IMMEDIATELY totally just get WHY.
You basically lose your rag. You know you shouldn't - by goodness, you really DO know how you OUGHT to behave / be / how you WANT to be, but you just really can't. It is - quite frankly - beyond your coping abilities in any shape or form right now.
Imagine you being videoed at this point, and it played out publicly. Imagine the shame you would feel.
Then along comes your boss (or any other human you really respect, love or value.)
They proceed to point out - in an irate manner - all the horrible, negative things you have just done, with really great justification, and wowwwwww, they really have the upper hand now. Not only are they seeing you at your absolute worst, but they're seeing you when you're most ashamed of how you're behaving too, and on top of this, they even get to eloquently elaborate this and make you feel a gazillion times worse! Pretty snooty tone they're using too, righteous and pompous, boy that really is just what you need right now too (!).
You actually already knew you have behaved far below the standards you aspire to, but given the perfect storm, you are actually - it turns out - fallible.
Nevertheless, your boss goes on to publicly announce (in front of people who you would feel great shame about hearing this) in clear and hideously frank terms how utterly awful you are, etc etc - and to boot - adds in a financial penalty which feels to you catastrophic at this point.
But what feels worse is the horrible words used to describe you, when you were literally at your lowest ebb, barely coping and ... being fallible. They cut like knives. They sting, they hurt, those words are unbearable, and not least because - well, yes - you were being like that at that point. Must you really be such an awful individual? Does your boss (or other person inserted here that you love/ crave the approval of / would hate to see you at your lowest and most shameful behaviours) REALLY only see this awful side of you? Did they have to react like that? Could they have adopted even a tiny bit different of a stance?
Could they have perhaps thought "nowwwww then. Hmmmmm. I know itscoldplay. I know she's a fab person. I know she's funny, kind, has huge expectations of herself, and really values everyone around her. She must really be having something tough to handle here for her to react that way. Jeesh, she's probably feeling awful underneath this! I'd never want to embarrass her, nor point out that she's really clearly lost it here, that is plain and evident. She's pretty smart, I know when she calms down, she'll probably realise this too ... I can certainly give her grace and bite my own tongue because no wayyyyy am I having even 1 millionth of such a bad day as she clearly is right now. I wonder what I can do to be of assistance? Perhaps if I just back off a little, stay close enough so she knows I'm here, and keep myself calm and regulated, she will be able to reach for me however she can - she might not phrase it nicely right now, I can certainly see that - but I'll be a source of compassion and calm, and her biggest ally, cheerleader and supporter by showing her that I'm simply ... here. Uncriticising. Unjudgementally. Calmly. Once she can perhaps hear me, I'll take some of the pressure of by offering her some flexibility, perhaps I can extend my deadline past 8:15, or offer to drive her to her meeting instead of walking ... or ... quick, quick, let me think of something else. Maybe she'd like to jump on this beaten up old mattress I keep stuffed behind the sofa for exactly this kind of meltdown time to jump on or pummell out my own frustrations. Perhaps I'll start doing that myself and maybe she'll join in jumping with me, who knows!"