When I think back to all the things, I deprived myself of - people that I didn’t meet, jobs that I didn’t apply for, experiences that I denied myself, partners that I wouldn’t let myself love, life that I didn’t live. All because I didn’t believe I was good enough or deserving of it. I was starving for connection and validation and was looking for it in all the wrong places. But despite my relentless driving, I would soon learn worthiness was not something to be earned, it was something to be believed.
Inevitably, perfectionism would betray me. Perfectionism is just shame masquerading as discipline. Inside the delusion of shame and not-enoughness was a world of hurt - chronic burnout, perpetual injuries, broken trust, failed relationships. Perfectionism wasn’t making me better; it was making me miserable. When I think back to all the time and energy that I invested in proving and performing, when I could have been loving, connecting and creating. The cost of my addiction was irreparable, but the choice to do something different, to own my imperfections and appreciate my worth without conditions, was profoundly shifting.
Healing invites us to declare our enough-ness and reclaim the worthiness and dignity that is inherent to who we are. It means confronting the lies that we tell ourselves about who we are supposed to be and liberating ourselves from society’s unrealistic standard of perfection. It challenges us to question where we are operating from scarcity both within ourselves and the systems we are a part of. When we remember that we are already whole, enough, significant and worthy, we can imagine a world beyond proving and performing - a world where we are seen and valued simply because we are.
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