When I was born, my grandfather named me S’danisile, a name which when directly translated means Disappointed. Before you think otherwise, my grandfather has absolutely no hate for me or my mother. In fact, it is blatantly obvious I am his favourite grandchild! Although the reasoning behind the name is understandable, my mother rejected the name which means it is not on any official documents, a reaction which is also understandable. Growing up, I knew I had this name as a few family members would only refer to me as S’danisile . As a child, I never took it too seriously. However, the older I got the more I feared living up to this name. When it came to passing my GCSEs, making it through A levels, getting into university and finally graduating, I was always motivated and pushed by the ever growing fear of being a disappointment. Consequently, I never had a good relationship with failure. When I failed at anything, I immediately retracted into my own self-hatred. I would...