There is nothing I desire from life that will come by filling my time with shoulds and busyness.
The first step in anything big and scary is usually rocky. It looks huge. My perfectionism convinces me I can’t take that leap, but look over here, here’s a safe thing you can do instead that is guaranteed to go well and you won’t trip and fall.
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.
Perfectionism Is… Perfectionism is a weight on my shoulders, a vice around my head, like some old sci-fi fi movie where they hook you up to some brain machine that fills your head with thoughts that aren’t really your own but as soon as they’re injected the neurons flip and they stick. Perfectionism is a… Continue reading April’s Theme: Perfectionism