My Failure at Life

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My mother always wanted a perfect child, and that’s exactly what I am not. This is a story about my failure, my failure at life. I wasn’t blessed with the amazing athletic gene that my father passed down to both of my brothers. However, I was blessed with intelligence, artistic abilities, and an amazing memory. None of that matters if I lack the incentive and determination to make something out of myself.
Just recently I have been diagnosed with severe social anxiety and severe depression. This was no shock to me because I’ve known this since I was seven. I never had the courage to speak up out of fear that I would hurt my family, until recently when I decided I was done feeling this way. I’ve always dealt with depression my entire life; it’s not a passing phase. The main cause of my depression is my anxiety.
“Depression and anxiety go hand in hand, like ice cream and sprinkles. You can’t have one without the other in some cases, unless you don’t like sprinkles. Then it’s fine.” My therapist always says. The earliest encounter that I can remember of my anxiety is the summer I spen...

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