I wish that I could tell you that handling anxiety can one day lead to being okay forever. But that's not the case. Life can still suck. Words sometimes won't come out. And the sadness can stay for months at a time. There are no simple tips and tricks to fix it. I wish that there was.
They told me I was smart, they told me that I was destined for greatness. All because I bubbled in correct answers on a standardized test. I understand that she said those things to motivate me, to push me onto the correct path. But all she really did was put an obscene amount of stress on a child’s shoulders. My teachers, family, and classmates looked at me like I was ‘advanced,’ and I believed it. I took every word that she said to heart and tried to be the prodigy that she painted me out to be. But what she forgot to forewarn me of is that every human inevitably has to fail.