Holmer still was not prepared to talk about feelings—his or mine. He was there to “jolly me up,” give me a shot of confidence. But the unspoken message of his visits was clear: I wasn’t Nancy. I was different. Yes, I was emotional, and I felt things intensely. But that didn’t mean I was destined to end up like she did. If I could take on these authority figures, challenge the status quo, arm wrestle a radio announcer, and stand up to a misogynistic army officer, I could get past a “case of the blues.”
