My anxiety is forever looking for perfection. In my search for perfection, I can find fatal flaws in EVERYTHING. Waiting for XYZ will be better than settling for ZYX. Don't ask me to be tolerant of CBA when it should be ABC. I can't take that pill. I need to be healthy before I take my medicine. I can't socialize while I can't give the proper answer to, "How are you?" I don't need to bother with that task. It will still be there tomorrow.
And meanwhile I sit, stewing in my isolated misery with that misery amplifying with every excuse I feed it.
Again, I do not know what I am reaching for here or if I am even making sense.
Thoughts? Experience? Reality checks?
My 4 miscarraiges do not make me less of a mother, like my thearpist said yesterday when she signed the Certificates of life of me naming my 4 angel babies in heaven, i am a proud mother of 4 they just arent here on earth. The angel of life saw them and said too precious for earth and put them beside God. My babies now have names. William Richard (Richard is dads middle name) Olivia Jean (Jean...
(Final Step!!)T-Time - Bound-How long will it take to accomplish this goal?-When is the completion of this goal due?-When am I going to work on this goal?