Pendulum of perfectionism, glued to obsession, fuelling procrastination, raising suspicion. “Am I good enough?” transfixed to conformity; and societal prescriptions fermenting stress into distress. Piles of perceived failures, inflating alleys of comparison; a black lining of self-reproach on clouds of depression. Wings of mindfulness, flying believably, smiling in contentment, riveted on carpe diem. ©songbriti
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