The Struggle To Create Something As Perfectionist
So this is my first post... Years ago, I had a blog where I reviewed the books I read; now, as an author, writing something feels so foreign to me. Perhaps I should act formal and cold, yet I feel as though I have so much to say about these kinds of things. When I finally decided to publish my book, I felt a huge sense of relief. Because for years, it was as if I had given up. I had given up on my relationships, my dreams, everything. I was just living for the sake of staying alive. It felt like whatever I touched, I ruined. Like I couldn't succeed at anything or please anyone. My adolescence was spent with these kinds of thoughts. Better not to start at all than to be disappointed. If I’m not going to be the best at it in the end, why even bother spending time on it? These were the things running through my mind. If I wasn't going to be perfect at it, what was the point of doing it? There could be many sources for this obsession, I won't get into the psychological facts. B...