At the start of the devil it made me overthink everything I did in softball creating frustration and making me fall out of love with the game as tears would drip down my face every night thinking what I could have done better like “should I have stolen that bass” or “ I should have not swung at that pitch” making me fall into a slump at the plate striking out with what it felt like there would be no end to my struggle, I was on the verge of quitting. I worked everyday to improve my game in the batting cages, with my batting coach, and spent hours on the field with my dad throwing me soft toss even if the game kept chopping my confidence down, but I knew that in my head that to overcome a challenge is to keep moving forward and to