somewhere between who you've been and who you’re becoming…
As a 28-year-old chronic overthinker, eldest daughter, and unrelenting perfectionist, I’ve often described my anxiety as something like a stock market ticker tape.
It’s running constantly in the background, and you might catch it reading something like:
Career anxiety up 20% today, while trauma-related concerns dip slightly following a productive therapy session. Buy into the idea that uprooting your life will make you feel better, but confronting your fear of failure will only make things worse.
Somewhere along the way, that ticker became my defining personality trait.
Years of perfectionism for other people’s benefit. Silently adjusting to fit whatever version of me other people needed.
No matter who I’ve been, what I’ve done, or where I’ve gone, I keep ending up in the same place with my same utterly imperfect self.
I started “Anyway, Here it Is” because journaling always felt a little too contained for my liking.
I’d rather put those thoughts here and let them be read, related to, judged, and misunderstood.
It’s time to embrace the imperfect in us all.
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