You Are Good Enough / A Battle With Self-Rejection
It’s about to get transparent up in here. Rejection steals the best of who I am by reinforcing the worst of what’s been said to me. I don’t even know where this whole self-rejection thing began. 5th grade? Probably so. Imagine this: It’s 5th grade. The year prior, you started taking Adderall for ADHD and that changed who you were as a student, and a person. The Adderall causes you to become a person that was negative and boring when that’s not the person you are. But you know you need it, because your grades need it. Anyway, you’re in fifth grade and you are placed in a class with all the smart people. You are not a smart person. They leave during certain parts of each day for their advanced placement work, and then it’s just you and the teacher. Yup. You’re the only one in the entire class. Talk about awkward and embarrassing and poor planning on behalf of school administration. None of your peers question why you stay behind (vocally, at least). But you question it. You make ass
