I feel like I'm drowning, overwhelmed by books stacked with information I need to learn to be seen as a success in life. But you see I was not made to be "smart". I've never been able to concentrate on things that do not interest me or are too complex. My brain remembers things from when I was young and on holiday making paints by mixing water and spices to make a vibrant yellow and smearing grass across the paper for green, it does not remember the structure and manufacturing process of iron or the formation of a U shaped valley. The books make my mind feel trapped and like it cant go to the place where its happy, with paintbrushes, chalks a