Some people will remember your worst week forever. Let them. You were there for the other fifty-one.

People sometimes keep an old version of you on file because it is easier than updating, and no argument will make them swap it out. That version is a thin slice of one bad stretch. You hold the whole record, including every ordinary week nobody made a story out of.

Stop trying to correct the few who have already decided. Put the energy into people who met you after, and let the newer evidence pile up on its own. If the memory still catches you off guard, tell the fuller version to one person who will believe it.