Hmmm… i always been the high achiever of my family. The one with the perfect grades, the perfect career, the perfect life. At least, that’s what people see. The truth? I don’t know who I am outside of those achievements. I feel like I’m constantly failing, like I’ll never be enough, no matter how much I accomplish. It’s exhausting, trying to live up to this image of perfection I’ve created for myself. Sometimes, I feel have failed in life becuase am not married and 38 with no kids