Trying to feel better was making it worse.
Who I had to become to make it.
He’s productive—but permanently drained.
You don’t think your way out of the dark. You move your way out.
Perfection looks like high standards. But it’s often just fear in costume.
You’re not behind. You’re just misaligned with yourself.
The version of you you’re trying to become... can’t survive where you are right now.
One book. One shift. One habit that changed everything.
She’s in charge at work—but not in her own life.
Most people never question it. That’s the trap.
What if your high standards are just fear in disguise?
