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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I am a semi-retired freelance writer. I recently discovered I have aphantasia (inability to visualize, aka mind-blindness). Despite my lifelong inability to visualize - or perhaps because of it - I have learned to adapt, bending my capabilities in imaginative ways to service my creativity. As a storyteller with aphantasia, I imagine our wondrous world through the lenses of perception, memory, and feeling, seeking to write passionate, sometimes humorous, tales full of possibilities.
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