No. I am far better at picking a part all of my failings (as I call them).
In fact, failure is my go to word.
Pretty harsh for a mama runner PhD.
And yet it's the one word I cannot shake.
I shrugged it all off, hell I was going to Emory University.
I was still something.
I had my first big ME breakdown (as in not related to previous familial issues).
If you think I just couldn't hack it, you would be right.
Neither could the beautiful young woman who took her life that year at Emory.
Pressure don't play.
It gets better, but first it got a whole helluva lot worse.
I was not meant to be a failure.
My story contained a very notable semicolon.