I was the kind of 6-year-old who was fine to play musical chairs - but would have preferred if the soundtrack was Mozart. Or, even better, Beethoven.

The world likes to put people in boxes - and over time I learnt bad lessons about how much I was 'supposed' to achieve. And learnt that when things get tough - when you're ill and struggling - work harder. To the point of exhaustion.

I feel guilt when I see people I went to school with doing well and hitting all the life milestones - because wasn't I 'supposed' to do all that? (Never mind that I would probably be miserable if I did.)

I'm lucky in that my parents have always put my happiness first, didn't push me, and supported me regardless - they're the best and I'm so grateful to them. But I still related to so much of what you're saying here.

You rock, no matter what <3