I have always associated giving up with personal failure. If I couldn’t do something, see a project through to completion for example, I had messed up, I had failed. Seemingly, it wasn’t only me that felt like this. I had constantly seen a barrage of supposedly inspirational quotes on Pinterest and Posters on classroom walls that stated things like “The only failure is giving up” and “Winners never quit.” For a long time, I believed this to be completely
I have always been a dreamer. From a very young age, I had so many dreams and ambitions that this often led to the formation of some pretty major expectations. I was so desperate to succeed and to be something special that I became terrified of failure, terrified of shortcomings and imperfections, terrified of not being good enough. Growing up, I dreamed of being a writer. I can’t really pinpoint the first moment I picked
For many of us all around the globe, summer time is upon us. It’s a pivotal time for relaxation and reprieve from the stresses of the school year and regardless of what you may believe, this break is well deserved. I’ve often found it incredibly difficult to learn how to take a step back. My evidenced fixation with success, doing well and my perfectionism often prohibited me from putting myself and my mental health first.
I’ve always considered myself to be a fairly opinionated person, but last year I began to question to what extent the opinions that I possessed were my own. For a really long time I was so caught up in showing everyone around me that I was socially aware and able to contribute to the discussions going around me, which were concerned with pressing social issues, I always found myself victim to regurgitating the thoughts and