When I was young, writing was the absolute worst thing in the world. I would genuinely get one paragraph in, and break down in tears. Fast forward to now, I've got a writing degree and spend at least an hour a day writing.
Essays, however, were never part of the "fun" writing. Can't say I hated them, but they were just another form of writing to me, albeit an overly structured one. I liken it to an accountant crunching numbers: it's part of the job, part of what they do, and just something that had to be done.
I'm fortunate enough that I specialize in faking my way through essays. If I have bullet points and notes to go off of, I can wing my way through any size essay with little difficulty. My record to date is second semester of college, where my final for a class had to be at least 40 pages. Faked my way through 42 pages in the span of 10 hours for an A-.