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.
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.
You know when you meet a guy or girl and it goes great. Like all the important things you value in a person are there. Then you finally get the courage to tell your friends how you're so happy and how you can see a future. Then BAM! They fuck up! Maybe your heart eyes expired...read more to find out how to avoid this!