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This Is The Ugly Truth About Being A Perfectionist

At its core, it’s a progress killer. Anything that you’ve ever wanted to do? Forget it. Any progress you’ve wanted to make? Not a chance. It will stop you in your tracks and send you running before you’ve ever had a chance to savor your curiosities.

I Feel Alone

I feel alone, because I don’t leave the house more than necessary. I stay inside, because my anxiety has wrapped chains around me, tethering me to the place where I feel the safest. But sometimes, that safety suffocates me, sometimes it shoves me toward insanity.