There is nothing I desire from life that will come by filling my time with shoulds and busyness.
What does my perfectionism feel like? Like a pinch in the stomach Like a building up of pressure Like guilt Like shame Like fear Like a worm
In this month's essay, I explore the link between perfectionism and depression, and how they feed each other through my inner voices.
Control is the gold at the end of the rainbow, which keeps moving the closer you get. It seems like an actual place, where you can go and be bathed in rainbow light and claim its treasure. My perfectionism assures me that if I just keep trying, I’ll get to the end.
The entire battle of perfectionism is that it sets up an impossible conflict: being perfect versus real life. Real life will win every time.
What depression has taught me—and maybe can teach you—about how to function in this crisis without losing all hope. Published on Medium: https://medium.com/@bankoferin/depression-in-a-time-of-covid-c4d0046052b9
My commitment is to keep with the monthly theme of vulnerability and trust. As I think about those concepts in the context of the worldwide pandemic, I wonder what they may have to do with the intense anger, the nearly obsessive indignation and self-righteousness, that I feel.
Because we’re all so vulnerable, it means we have to put more trust in each other to take care of the collective. Because of this added trust, we become even more vulnerable to the actions of others.
This month's deep-dive essay into curiosity: linking it to how we solve problems. Now published on Medium: https://medium.com/@bankoferin/curiosity-in-problem-solving-916d38c833b4
Striving for better has been a characteristic that’s brought me a lot of success and reward. But I tend to see those rewards as obligatory, not as something to celebrate. Because they’re rewards for things I “should” be doing anyway.