I was in fourth grade when I had my first mental breakdown… over a B+. Over the years, I would reference this moment and laugh at it, finding humor in the fact that something as minuscule as a grade of a B+ could make me cry so many tears, when there were “so many other real-world problems”. I also found humor in the fact that one of my teachers in elementary school placed me in a math competition when in fact, math was one of my worst subjects (still is). In college, a mental health educator introduced me to the…