I thought I was fine. I used to believe school was the most important thing in my life. My priorities were a mess, as also my thoughts and feelings. The worst part is that I thought that was fine, I thought that was life. I wasn’t honest; I pushed everyone down so I can be at the top. School makes you believe that having good grades is the key to a successful life and human beings, maybe they don’t want you to understand that, but everything they do when awarding and mentioning the ones with good grades is what you understand when you are little. Because when you are at the top of your class they listen to you, but if you weren’t you were just another student in the corner. It is sad, but it is the truth. My feelings and thoughts were a mess. When you became a teenager, they don’t give you a manual of the consequences of your acts. You just throw yourself to the fire without knowing you are going to get burn, and sometimes the marks stay forever, and sometimes luckily they don’t. It was in my first year of high school when I started to understand the importance of some questions I used to ask myself. Why do I exist? What is the world? Do I need to be successful to be happy? What is happiness? I searched in every corner for the answer, I experienced new thing to explore life, and I did things I truly regret. And in the moment when I was a complete mess someone decided to help. I went to the City of Mexico to meet other girls of my age to take a course of 2 days to forget