I was always taking too much on myself, from primary school. It was around the time when my parents got divorced. I was around 6 years old, maybe. From the day my father left the flat, I thought that it is my fault so I started doing everything to bring my parents together. I cried all the time but no one cared about it.

I knew that it will be hard to manage all the projects, essays and presentations at the same time but I wanted to be perfect. I thought that if I show my father how much I can do, how good I am, he will come back to me. I wanted to show everyone that I am good enough but no matter what I did, I never felt like I was. A few years ago I realized that I could never bring him back but I got used to doing everything in my power. Even if it meant, no sleep or eat. I was skipping meals because I didn’t have time to eat. I slept less because I had to finish everything on time. I was never late with any project in my life.

I still take too much on myself. I don’t consider myself as I am good. There is always who is better than me and it is killing me. I just want to be good enough…