Thursday, September 15, 2011
Most people may describe me as a happy person. However, what might surprise you is that, I'm not. I've had a plethora of problems in childhood and I never really told anyone any of my stories. I'm a secretive person. I don't tell people about my life or my past and I usually keep things to myself. As a child I found out I had dyslexia, a developmental reading disorder. I grew up with this as a secret, I seldom told a soul of it. My peers would spend perhaps 20 minutes on an assignment while I would spend hours. I would need to apply myself more than others around me. Yet, no matter how hard I tried i was never at the same level I always felt like I was behind. Even to this day I deal with it and it hasn't gotten any easier. I'm constantly under stress and it elevates to distress. It's one of the toughest challenges I have to face.