They say, "You're too hard on yourself, and I laugh. Because it I don't, I might tall apart. They don't hear the voice in my head that turns every small mistake into proof that I'm not enough. I replay conversations, set standards I can't reach, then blame myself for falling short. I wake up already tired of trying to meet standards no one else set, except me. On the outside, I look driven, responsible, put together. Inside, I'm exhausted from fighting a version of myself that never thinks I'm doing enough. People call it ambition. I call it surviving a mind that won't let me rest. And the hardest part? It sounds like my own voice, so I don't know how to escape it.