u/CarbonCanary

A good amount of people from the graduating class get picked to have their animated film sent to film festivals. I am not one of those people.

I thought my film was pretty good. Not the best, but pretty good. I finished all five minutes of it. A lot of people in my class submitted unfinished films.

But so what? No one will ever see mine now. What the hell did I spend twelve months working on it for? What the hell did I pull those all-nighters for? Clearly my school thinks it's crap.

I've had relatively minor health issues my whole life. When I was a teenager I'd get migraines at least once a week (thankfully they're less frequent now), I've always had terrible year-round allergies but it's a mystery what I'm allergic to, and I get heart palpitations from strenuous exercise that last for hours after I stop.

I've dealt with all these things for years, and it used to be the only reply I'd get when I complained was "go take a Tylenol, they're just headaches, go take a Zyrtec, your heartbeat sounds normal to me, it's just anxiety" but lately my mom has been urging me to go see an allergist, a cardiologist, and a neurologist. She's mentioned that I should make appointments without me even bringing up the topics and it's like... WHY NOW? Now that I'm 22 and independent? Why didn't you take me when I was 14? Now that it's not YOUR problem anymore, you're ready to admit that it's a problem?

My upbringing wasn't bad by any means. I love my parents. But it's little things like this that I think about over and over.