Growing up with dyslexia was a constant challenge, especially in a time when it wasn’t well understood. I often wondered what others thought of me, but the feeling of being different, of not measuring up, left me feeling stupid. That belief became a driving force—a quiet determination to prove to myself that I was more than those feelings of inadequacy. Over time, I not only found success but also discovered that so many accomplished and brilliant individuals share this journey with dyslexia. It’s a powerful reminder that what makes us different can also make us strong.