My name is K'Ann Parchment, I am the youngest of 3 children, and I am 18. Both of my parents immigrated from Jamaica. I was a full-time dual enrollment student. I am currently a biology major with a Pre-med concentration at Georgia State University. I am determined to become a neonatologist. Most children easily dismiss situations they have no control over; however, I was not an average child. During parent-teacher conferences in elementary school, the only constructive comment the teacher would say is, "K'Ann can't seem to be quiet." This could've just meant that I was bored, but I think it had to do with my anxiety. I started biting my nails in 1st grade during spelling tests. My parents weren't necessarily worried about this habit until it continued into middle and high school. In middle school, my life changed drastically in a small amount of time. I had just moved to a new school where I knew no one. My sister moved out of my parents' house and to Miami. My mom had just got a new job and was no longer packing my lunches, picking me up, and dropping me off at school. I was also learning new concepts. The first time I ever got something lower than a 100 on a math assignment, I cried. I thought my life was over. I started moving with a sense of defense. Anytime anyone talked to me about anything dealing with my self-esteem, whether it be intelligence or appearance, I would respond in anger. This got me into trouble with just made the nail-biting and outbursts of rage worse. Through all of this, I triumphed and was the Valedictorian of my school. I learned that no matter what my misfortune, disabilities, and drastic t changes in my life, "I can do anything through Christ who strengthens me." During high school, my anxiety changed. The biting of nails came back in full force, and I started to have mini-panic attacks before and after tests. When I was applying to the AP classes I wanted, I had a panic attack writing the essays, waiting to see if I got in, and then a panic attack after getting rejected from taking AP Language and Composition. During the following year, during AP Statistics, I would go to the bathroom and cry after every Stats assessment. When I would do my stats homework, I used to freeze when I didn't answer the first time correctly. When classes were online because of Covid-19, I thought finally my anxiety would go down. Instead, my anxiety was about everything. I would panic about possibly failing my classes since in-class learning was gone. Now that I am an on-campus college student, these anxiety attacks have not gone away; I just learned to deal with them in many ways. I've learned to be a planner and organizer and constant reminders of all that I need to accomplish throughout my days. Close family members have struggled and suffered in silence with severe anxiety and depression. This includes my oldest siblings, who suffered throughout it and persevered and is now Doctor, but my sister wasn't so lucky. However, my panics attacks are less frequent, and I'm able to recognize when one is coming and find a way to get rid of their overwhelming feelings. My anxiety taught me that I am stronger than I believe. I can and will overcome any obstacles if I put God and myself first. I also learned that no one's expectations are more important than my expectations for myself.

Playlist name: The rollercoaster - Shoestring: Felix Ames - Life Goes On: Lil Baby - Mount Everest: Labrinth - Novacane: Frank Ocean - Weight on my Shoulders: Rod Wave - Long Time: Playboi Carti - Never Would Have Made It: Marvin Sapp The artist name I would create would be kaythedreamer.