Many times, I half-joke about being a recovering perfectionist. From adolescence to adulthood, I viewed myself as an overall failure. I allowed my beliefs about myself keep me trapped in an unending merry-go-round of shame and self-ridicule. I’d try, fail, beat myself up, try again, rely on other people’s praise for validation and proof of self-worth and if that didn’t happen, in my mind that meant I failed. I thought if I could project perfect, I was put-together and proving my worth as a person.
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