There is a strong link between my depression and my perfectionism. When I’m down it’s often from trying to control the uncontrollable. And when my projects end up flawed I blame myself for being human.
I spend many days anticipating disaster. I put the “hyper” in hyper-vigilant. But what if the worst is over? Sure, there’s still plenty of heartache ahead, but it’s all survivable. What if I’m living like the worst is waiting around the corner when I’ve already pushed through my darkest days?
Instead of nitpicking minutiae I need to keep my eye on the bigger picture. I have a place to live, food, access to health care, the ability to respond to the world, and opportunities to improve myself and the lives of others.
I love and I am loved. It sounds simple but it’s magnificent. It’s enough to make a sensitive guy prone to overthinking give up trying for perfection.