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:
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.