How Dyslexia Became My Greatest Gift

When I was in elementary school, it was clear—I couldn’t read like the other kids. I knew something was wrong. The diagnosis? Dyslexia. At the time, it felt like a curse. But it turned out to be the very thing that made me stronger.

In kindergarten, tests confirmed I had dyslexia and ADHD. I didn’t understand what that meant—only that I was suddenly split between two schools, put on medications, and surrounded by tutors. While other kids played, I was reading, writing, and learning nonstop. It was overwhelming. But it was also the beginning of my journey.

My breakthrough came with a creative tutor who made learning an adventure. She brought letters and words to life with art, sound, and hands-on learning. For the first time, I wasn’t just reading—I was experiencing language. And I loved it.

Dyslexia didn’t vanish. It challenged me every step of the way. I was told I wouldn’t succeed. That school, work, life—it would all be too hard. But I kept proving people wrong. Every time someone said “you can’t,” I pushed harder to say “I can.”

Today, I’m living proof that obstacles can shape your strength. I finish every project, every assignment, not just because I have to—but because I’ve built a habit of finishing what I start. My dyslexia isn’t a limitation. It’s my edge.