Isabella R.
If you're reading this, it's likely because you've questioned whether you belong, whether you're capable, or whether the path you're on is meant for you.
I was initially diagnosed with ADHD in elementary school, long before I fully understood what learning disabilities truly meant. However, even then I was able to pick up on how differently I was treated. I noticed my classmates and friends excelling in group assignments, while I was always placed in groups with my teachers for additional support. It was clear that I had to work harder at even the simplest of tasks to keep up, not because I lacked ability, but because my brain required different learning techniques.
Once I entered the ever-challenging environment of middle school, these feelings of self-doubt grew. My challenges progressed as generalized anxiety disorder was added to my diagnosis. Now, as teachers pushed for more independence, I was determined to prove that I belonged in the same academic spaces as others. All my friends were suddenly being placed in honors classes without question. I, however, was forced to work harder and longer to achieve that same placement. Getting into honors classes wasn’t just an achievement, it was a moment of validation.
By the time I reached high school, I began figuring out strategies to manage my ADHD and anxiety independently. To others, it seemed to work; I was no longer singled out by my teachers and fit in seamlessly in comparison to my peers. However, internally I knew my methods of approaching daily tasks differed. In my first semester of college, all self-regulation methods seemed to falter, and I was often questioning if I belonged in the pre health field. My coursework piled up fast, and I started to realize my small sheltered high school did little to prepare me for this intensity. The weight of expectations, burnout and self-doubt became overwhelming.
When I realized I could no longer self-manage my symptoms, I turned to other resources around me, both academic and community based. For the first time, I wasn’t afraid to stick out and receive help. Through my college outlets I found people that thought like me and supported me without judgement.
What I’ve learned through my experience is that no one’s mental health journey is linear, and most importantly, success is not defined as the pace at which you grow. As long as you show up for yourself and give your best effort through the ups and downs, you are making meaningful progress, regardless of where others may be on their paths. My experience with ADHD has shaped me, challenged me, and strengthened my relationship with myself. It has taught me that progress looks different for everyone and needing more resources than others does not make you insufficient. It shows you are at a mental level that understands your own needs and how you personally thrive. If you ever doubt your capabilities in college, just know, someone out there is willing to help you on your journey to becoming the best possible version of yourself.
Isabella R., Syracuse University
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