I felt aggrieved. I felt useless.
Never been a confident person. This dealt a huge blow to my already fragile ego. When I reached home, I went to bed without dinner. Didn't want to do anything except bury my head under the pillow and cry.
Come to think of it. This might be a blessing in disguise. Been deceiving myself that I could go on in this job. But I can't. I am not even a good writer. Diligence, perhaps, will never make up for the lack of flair for writing.
And this incident has made me become more aware of my insecurities of being tethered to the job because I know nothing, no skills, no experience and not employable.
I must look at this problem seriously now. It has awaken me.