This is a letter from one of those whos killed herself trying to be the best because shes always been in the shadows. The loser. The second best. The one whos been rejected. The girl who developed anxiety because she overcompensates and overdoes it. The one who was so tedious in her actions that she gets nervous when shes not perfect. The one who got up extra early to be on time but all she gained from that was loss of sleep. The one who stood up all night studying and skipped breakfast. The one who raised her hand every class. The one who was the weakest link. The one who couldn’t go to graduate school. The one whos mental illnesses crippled her to mental paralysis. Dark. In a daze. She just wanted to be…the best.
The best is an illusion. The best is fake. The best is a lie. No one is the best. Everyone has talents. Everyone is really good at some things, and not so good in others. You have something about you thats great. That doesn’t make you better, or the best, it makes you who you are.
Get rid of the notion that you need to be the best. The best is a disease. Take your time. Go slow. Find yourself. You’ll then realize the best is already in you.