Perfectionism is driving me insane.
If I try too hard, I hyperfixate on something small, which leads to overall disaster.
If I try too little, I may come across as careless, or even worse— passionless.
I find myself aimlessly scrolling through Google for answers:
How do I focus?
How do I take control of my ADHD?
How do I find the right balance in things?
“Please be mindful.”
Mindful? Mindful?!
If I’m being honest, I don’t really know where my mind goes. She is unleashed, free to excavate the depths of my sulci and climb the peaks of my gyri.
How do I slow her down?
How do I reel her back in?
The real question is: How am I supposed to practice mindfulness when I don’t physically move fast enough to match the speed of my thoughts?
One day, I will realize that perfectionism is a scam.
Until then, I’ll be breaking my brain trying to memorize every detail for my next exam—because if something is on there that I don’t recognize, I know I will be angry at myself for it.
Perfectionism is ruining my life.