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Sometimes, it just feels like I live with a monster. A monster called perfectionism

It did help that it had a name, I suppose, so we knew what we were up against. But I still felt pretty miserable

Passing a test is like trying to fly a rocket with no training and a blindfold over my eyes. Basically, impossible

This is insane, I thought. What are you going to do, pass on this fear to another generation?

We had a similar reception from another Bais Yaakov. Not outright rejection, but a cool response hinting to the fact that I was unwelcome

This darkness is beginning to penetrate my bones and take away all the cheer I have inside…