I’ve never considered myself a perfectionist. My handwriting is messy, and my closet is cluttered. I can’t cook or draw. I sing off-key, and I can’t visualize. I accept that, as a flawed human being, I am not perfect. Why, then, does my anxiety spike, and I feel as though I am to blame when things go wrong or when I perceive myself as having disappointed others? Continue reading on HealthyPlace.com.
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