Learning used to be so much fun. I'd read encyclopedias during meals when I was a kid, solve math problems bc it felt good being the only one in my class who could do it, finish fiction books in a day.
Then academic trauma happened. Being 'the smart one' suddenly meant pressure to be better, be perfect, have the grades and the test scores and the medals to prove it. And now I'm an adult and doing a master's and still feel like the dumbest, most inferior person in this uni. Studying is so painful and I get fucking hives at the 20-min mark.
I hate seeing myself as the victim of all that shit bc all the procrastination and anxiety feels like it's only my fault. But what the fuck. Why would they do that to someone who somehow enjoyed learning. Was it worth it? If I put all my success in a can and weight it against that person's own shame and past trauma, will I ever be normal about this again?