The Beginning…

Hindsight is 20/20 and looking back there were signs, but mental health was drowning in stigmas and access to resources were limited. It was 1994 and I was 8 years old attending the third grade. I was commended by my teachers, parents and peers for being “neat”, “organized”, “perfect” and “specific”, just to name a few. Internally, I was striving to appease the people in my life, as anything less was my failure. Failure was not an option. This mental tug of war between perfection and failure would become a common theme and something I still struggle with today.


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