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Gross
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Bleh!!!!
go, and I am so thankful because it made school much more bearable—most of the time. My
parents were brilliant and honestly quite ahead of their time to realize I needed counseling.
But as I have said, I grew up in a weird time for mental health, and I was too afraid to
admit to anyone how hard my brain was to live with sometimes. Because people didn’t talk
about anxiety, I didn’t even have the vocabulary to explain to people how I felt. And I honestly
did not realize that most people did not feel the need to constantly be busy because they were
afraid to stop and let their mind start thinking and hear all the negative things that their brain
had to tell them about themselves. I just thought that was normal.
And having a brain that always tells you that you’re a bad person can make tests
especially hard. Because you have your internal dialogue saying, “you aren’t smart! You are
dumb! You can’t do anything right etc. etc.” But if you get 100% on a test, you can respond:
“Take that brain! I did a lot of things right! Ha ha ha.4” But if you get 75% on the test (despite
getting only 25% of the questions wrong, which is getting a lot of questions right) you only see
the questions you got wrong and feel the need to admit that maybe your brain is right. And
that was something I dealt with a lot.
I’ll never forget getting a math test back in 3rd grade. That year we were learning
multiplication tables, and I liked them a lot. I was (am) a little nerdy and enjoy memorizing
things. It’s nice for me to know that something will always be the same. I like that 2 + 2 always
equals 45. It makes life simple. The third-grade math curriculum was mostly memorizing our
multiplication tables, so I was loving it. And I was doing pretty good until we branched out of
memorization a little bit. We had to start explaining through pictures why 3 x 3 = 9, and I
couldn’t do that. I had it memorized. I knew the answer, but I did not know why it was the
answer.
I got a bad test score. Honestly, it was probably just a fine test score, but I felt like I had
completely failed. My future was over. I would never get into my dream school, BYU, my
parents would disown me, my brother would laugh at me, I would never do math successfully
again, and I was just a dummy6. It felt like the world was ending. And if you feel like the world is
ending, crying is a pretty reasonable thing to do. So, I cried, which was embarrassing, and being
embarrassed only made me cry harder, and crying harder reminded me how stupid I was, which
reminded me that my future was over. A vicious cycle.
But I’ll also never forget how kind all the students were to me. Despite growing up in a
weird time for mental health, no one made fun of me. I remember a few students coming up to
me and asking me what was wrong. My best friend at the time begged me to come out to
recess with her. A boy in the class came and hugged me and told me it would be okay. It slowed
my tears enough so I could go talk to my teacher, who mercifully gave me another chance to
take the test after I felt like I knew the content better.
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Disclaimer: I was not perfect, and everyone knew I was not perfect. I know now that perfection isn’t super
reasonable, and no one who really loves you ever would expect that of you. So, if you feel this way, go get
professional help!!!!!!!!!! They can help you! Seriously!
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Do not get your validation from outside sources. You are good enough and worthy of good things. My childhood
self is a bad example if that is not clear.
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Despite what the end of 1984 says.
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None of that happened.
And while I am much older now and have better skills to understand what is going on
when my brain acts up, I still remember their kindness to me even though they had no idea
what was going on. And that is remarkable. And that means a lot. And even though I still have
to deal with this stuff (vaguely gestures at life with anxiety), I have begun to be kinder to
myself, too, and think of that third-grader often who would figure out multiplication, get into
BYU, is loved by her family (despite messing up), and it gives me the hope to fight back and
keep pushing.