J
I have a disease. It's called perfectionism. It began when I was a child before I knew The Lord. I would cry myself to sleep just because I wanted so badly to be a good girl and I felt like I could never get there. I felt dirty to my core. I felt unbearable shame. Though at the time I just knew I was bad. As I grew up I became the classic over achiever. By 3rd grade my backpack weighed more than I did because I had to carry everything with me. By highschool I took on 10,000 tasks when I barely had the energy for one. I went to a half dozen services a week. I walked 6 miles to church. I was at youth group 3 hours early every week to set up tables and chairs, do worship and then vacuum the entire floor of a very large space by myself. I went to all 3 services at church on Sunday. I didn't know how to be humble. I didn't lone I was hurting. I became anorexic at the end of highschool and almost died. I went to college and took 21 units while working 3 jobs. I was raped and never knew it affected me because I was sure a perfect person couldn't be hurt. I dated an abusivr boyfriend and married and abusive husband because I thought my perfection could cure them. Somehow my "goodness" would make them better.
So that's the back story... But this perfectionism is killing me. I'm glad The Lord is bringing it up, but I don't know what to do with it. Please pray for me.
So that's the back story... But this perfectionism is killing me. I'm glad The Lord is bringing it up, but I don't know what to do with it. Please pray for me.