Growing up I was a try-hard in school. If I didn't get straight A's I would be so hard on myself. I thought that my family would be disappointed in me if I wasn't perfect. I drove myself into a dark place that I am still recovering from.

Last year was my freshman year of college. In my first semester, I drove myself into the ground but got a 3.8 GPA. In my second semester of college, things stopped going my way. I was sick, mentally and emotionally. I got my first C ever. I thought geology had ruined my life, but actually, maybe that C made my life.

It was after that class that I began to realize that I was OK despite not being perfect. Something I had considered to be earth-shattering happened and I was still standing.

It wasn't until my sophomore year that I admitted that I needed help. I always tried to hide my anxiety but it came to the point where I couldn't pretend I was ok anymore. Admitting I needed help was the best thing I ever did for myself. My addiction to perfection was rising my life. The only thing my perfection got me was an anxiety disorder.

Now with all of this being said, I want to make it very clear that I still always give 100 percent. But things are different now. I know my limits and I understand myself more. I no longer have an unhealthy relationship with school and I am actually learning more now than ever before. I am so excited to show the company that hires me everything I have to offer. I am confident that even though I am not a straight-A student, I have more to offer than my grades show.