I’m not going to call this gifted kid burnout which I think is often just a symptom of the popping of the bubble of people’s confused delusions of grandeur because they didn’t realize that gifted education programs are at best a way of giving specialized and individualized education, and at worst a way of achieving legal segregation in schools. Not to brag, but my therapist who specialized in EMDR therapy for treating people with trauma told me that I had the most difficult childhood of anyone she had ever treated. It was also filled with beauty and I was encouraged in my many skills and pursuits early on, but the inner rot of compounded repeated traumas, keeping secrets, and hiding my suffering eventually took hold. I was always a good student but as things at home intensified I cared less and less. A teacher noticed this and tried to take advantage of my vulnerable state. This made matters more complicated for me because still to this day he’s my favorite teacher that I ever had; he taught me much of what I know about writing and helped me to develop my skills. After that, I spent my time in school just coasting along, putting in the minimal amount of effort to no fail. I had no goals or ambition. After graduation, I flitted from service job to service job. I started seeing my therapist and thinking about what I actually wanted to do. I realized I had one exceptional skill which could be monetized to my advantage and I threw myself into it, grinding to make a living and improve my station in life. This worked and I live in decent material comfort, but I’ve realized the lifestyle I always thought I wanted isn’t what I want at all, so I’m reevaluating that and beginning to explore what that looks like. There are several different exciting paths of progression my career could take, but I’m also finally working on creative projects for the first time in about a decade, so I’m going to see where life takes me. My best friend tells me I should become certified as a yoga teacher, and going back to school to study psychology and become a therapist would also be tight. I would love to seek a second career. It took me a long time to get here but I’m trying to actualize and find purpose… Something something Maslow’s hierarchy of needs.
May 26, 2024

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Sorry for the late response, had to take some time away. Sincerely believe in you tater, I think you can go all the way in whatever field you choose. High energy & charisma are in high demand, and you got it in spades
May 30, 2024
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steelyfan1998 🥹🫶 thank you!!!!!!!!
May 30, 2024
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taterhole totally agree about comparison! we’re all on our own journeys and also things can appear a lot better on the outside most of the time. it’s a lot easier to be harder on ourselves than gentle. my dms are always open, i love giving and recieving pep talks lmao
May 27, 2024
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bchan same!!!!! I feel that I may have finally healed from this but I love to be there for anyone who is struggling!!!! 💌
May 27, 2024
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i relate to this so hard…childhood trauma is the worst. everything is grey, the world just likes things in b&w, so we just have to try our best to figure out life as it comes
May 26, 2024
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bchan I’m sorry you can relate dearest ❤️‍🩹 it seems like you’re doing an incredible job making your way in the world!!! the temptation to compare myself to others can be overwhelming at times but when I think about the obstacles I’ve overcome I think I’ve done pretty okay for myself 🥹
May 27, 2024
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love how you write
May 26, 2024
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senah THANK YOU QUEEN
May 26, 2024
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GET YOGA CERTIFIED DUDE!!!
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marianoleonczik I’m going to live about a block away from a studio that offers it so I’m definitely thinking about it 😭
May 26, 2024
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taterhole exhaust yourself while you're young!!! Maybe that’s your third act in life, yoga instructor. But get certified now if you can!!!
May 26, 2024
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