
The boy who never felt enough.
Hey — I'm Ben.
I grew up in Sydney, Australia, in a loving family. I had a good education, and on paper, I was a lucky kid. And that's part of what made growing up for me so confusing. Because even though my life looked fine, I simply didn't feel fine.
I was born into a very academic family… (of which I was not nearly as academic), and in case the pressure to succeed, get good grades and do well wasn't enough… I was even diagnosed with learning difficulties and dyslexia.
And so not only did I never feel like I was good enough, I now had proof that I could never be good enough — and so my life became a means of 'do whatever you can to prove you're enough'.
I learned early on to hide who I truly was by adapting myself to the situation. I tried to be whoever I thought I needed to be to fit in, to be liked, to feel accepted. To be the version of me that got approved of and validated.
The weird thing is… at the time, I didn't even know I was doing this. I was merely trying to do what I had learned should have made me happy. But it didn't seem to matter what I did or how hard I tried, I simply wasn't.
I kept hidden how much I was struggling because I didn't want to be a burden. I felt ashamed for feeling so 'off'. So 'less than'. So different. Plus, on top of this I felt guilty because I knew other people had it worse.























