People always say I’m a good writer. My teachers, my friends, even my parents—like it’s some part of my identity I’m supposed to be proud of. But when I sit down to write an essay, it’s like my brain just empties out. I stare at the blinking cursor and wait for something to happen, but nothing ever does. It’s not like journaling. In my diary, I can spill everything. But essays? I freeze. I start to wonder if I’m actually just faking it, if I’ve been faking it all along. The more I try, the worse it gets. I hate how small it makes me feel. I hate that it makes me question if I even belong in university at all. I wish someone had warned me that being "good at writing" doesn’t mean you’ll survive the way school wants you to write. #EssayAnxiety #AcademicBurnout #CollegeReality #Education