“It was hard because everyone said things like, ‘Read Harry Potter,’ read this or read that or they would say ‘wow your spelling is terrible.’ It was a more self-bullying almost done to where it was me putting myself down about it more than anyone else was. For a while I thought, ‘Am I dumb or something? I can’t read. I’m reading kindergarten books.’ That (anxiety) really started up in sixth grade, I think. It was enough to where I missed two months of school because of it. We got back from Mexico and I just thought, ‘I don’t want to go. One I’m sick and two I just don’t want to go.’ It was like being there I was constantly thinking, “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.’ I wasn’t being bullied. No one was being mean to me. I was scared to go. I’ve always been that kid who holds stuff in until you’re literally about to explode and you’re crying over everything just all at once; just because you’re holding it in.”

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