Before the start of the quarantine, I had long-since resigned that I am a perfectionist. It’s personality trait that I feel bittersweet about. On the one hand, it has been beneficial to my academic success and self-satisfaction. On the other hand, it has been instrumental-- on many occasions—in the destruction of my mental health. In any case, it was always an inside job. I didn’t set out to “fix” this issue but I found myself coping this past week.
I have been working from home for a while now-- about three weeks to be exact. I am an incredibly meticulous introvert. Almost to a fault. Somehow, I still found myself taking time to evaluate what I was missing in order to get back on track. If you want to avoid the mistakes I made, you may want to:
Losing someone can sometimes lead to losing yourself. Grief of a loved one can pass a psychological torch through generations. There are generational curses that need to be acknowledged and broken.
Depression sucks. I'd know first hand. Diagnosed and everything. Want to know how to beat it? I did. Read my story and understand there is a light at the end of the tunnel. You don't have to be alone in this.