Like moms and other women in caregiving roles, it seems that older sisters are disproportionately likely to take on family responsibilities.
Pinterest makes doing every aspect of life perfectly look easy.
More than simply maintaining high expectations, I force myself to be an overachiever.
Despite my newfound awareness that I must practice self-compassion, I simply do not feel worthy of it.
Will practicing self-compassion make me feel, or become, selfish? I cannot discern when to hold myself accountable versus when to cut myself slack.
The facade of control I’d spent so much energy maintaining was ripped from me. I am doing my best, and that’s good enough for me.
I don’t know what “normal” is — that is to be not in crisis — because I never knew normal, to begin with. I am the crisis friend.
We need to stop trying to be perfect. I know better than most that it is much, much easier said than done.
Do you feel stuck? Paralyzed by fear that you will be bad at what you want to accomplish? The never ending cycle: perfectionism, procrastination, paralysis.
Critique devastates me. I never want to do anything wrong. When I believe I have done something wrong, I tend to avoid the situation or people involved indefinitely. Run somewhere where I can try again. Start from scratch.
I could tell you the story of the eating disorder itself, but there’s a lot of good reading out there about that. What I want to talk about is recovery.