My perfectionism made me bitter, unhappy, and lonely. The constant shifting, analyzing, and comparing was destroying me and affecting every single relationship I had, while simultaneously stalling everything I was working so hard to achieve. Not to mention the constant cycle for validation and perfection was exasperating and emotionally exhausting.
A true perfectionist thinks “perfect” is all the things they don’t have or all the things they have to do. They set unrealistic expectations for themselves, which leads to mental breakdowns and burnouts.
The real kicker: They struggle with finding joy in most things. They sure play it off well, though. Fooling everyone, or at least themselves, to make them believe they’re happy. A real perfectionist analyzes themselves so much from the eyes of others they don’t have enough mental capacity left over to actually focus on themself in the areas that really count.
The word perfect is just fear in fancy shoes. It’s a false belief that if we’re not achieving greatness and exceeding expectations, we’re failing. It’s toxic.
Nobody is perfect, only God is... Don't be deceived