In a sense, perfection can become the reason we enjoy doing things. I don’t necessarily think there’s anything wrong with that, but when it become the end all to everything....yeah, storms converging. The difficult work is identifying when perfections the driving force. For me at least.I could do things because I enjoyed doing them, not to hold myself up to my own perfection.
This is key!!! Thanks for saying, getting to where no explanation is needed is....seems....impossible.I finally understood though that it’s a matter of degrees and no explanation is needed
the tangled web of shame, intertwined with ptsd and not easily pulled apart. When your ptsd worst is better than some people’s best because of the things you’ve survived? It’s hard to stop. Cuz if you don’t then who will?Shaming yourself into trying to get something done might work, but I don't think it produces anyone's BEST work.
Such a stupidly difficult concept for me all this, but I’m trying to figure it out.