Being happy

I came home from school that day extremely overwhelmed. I was constantly worrying about everything under the sun, and I didn’t really understand how to control it. I felt as if everything was falling apart. I put so much pressure on myself to be this impossibly “perfect” person that I pretty much drove myself insane. There was so much built up inside of me and I couldn’t handle it anymore. I felt this unfamiliar tightness in my stomach and I found it quite hard to breathe. I was alone in my room and I figured that I was just stressed from that day at school. I got underneath the covers and tuned out the world for a while as I tried to calm myself down, convince myself that everything was okay. As I lay there, my mind began to race, and it became harder and harder to breathe. Eventually, tears streamed down my face and I was hyperventilating. I had reached my breaking point. I needed to realize that there is no such thing as a perfect person and that my “flaws” are what make me, me. The rest of the night, I cried and cried. But, while I was sobbing, I was able to think. I needed to stop comparing myself to the world around me and start being happy with who I am.