Growing up I strove for perfection. I had to be the best. I had to get good grades in school, be involved in lots of activities, have successful friendships. No one put that on me. I put it on myself. And it did a lot of damage to my mental health. Several mental illnesses presented themselves before the age of 18 – one being depression.
Perfection is exhausting. It is a charade. It is a smile when there is an all-consuming abyss inside you.
It took a suicide attempt and falling so far – so far – from who I had been in terms of social status and autonomy and really needing and ACCEPTING the help of others for me to become imperfect. I learned that some days are dark days and I will not be up for a coffee date. I learned I couldn’t deal with all the world was throwing at me – loss of job, medical bills, what to eat for dinner. So I let my family and friends take over. I gave up control. I gave up perfection.
I know the secret now: No one is perfect. Despite appearances, everyone is dealing with their own shit. Do yourself a favor and try this little trick I learned all by myself – strive for authenticity, not perfection. It will change your life.
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