To the outside world, I had it all together - successful career, perfect family, active social life. But inside, I was drowning in anxiety meds. 16 months clean now, and learning that it’s okay to let people see the cracks. Perfection was exhausting anyway. Anyone else relate to this?
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For sure on both accounts: 1) let folks see the imperfect me and 2) thank goodness perfection isn’t the requirement! It was quite the relief when I actually learned this. Also, the genuine/imperfect you is probably pretty cool- so why not share that?!
I find/found that affirming that you did your best is a great measure. How that effort is interpreted/measured by others nice at times, but not seeking approval for the work I’ve done.