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.