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Healing from Perfectionism: A Journey of Grace
I used to believe that if I could just be “better,” I would finally be worthy of love. As a child, criticism shaped my world, and encouragement was rare. I carried that belief into adulthood, seeking validation in relationships, trying to mold myself into what others needed, never knowing who I truly was.
Perfectionism became my prison. I thought if I could just do everything right, I wouldn’t feel so broken. But the more I tried, the more I lost myself. I married young, believing love would heal me, but instead, I faced control, belittlement, and more loss of identity. I kept searching for love in others, never realizing I needed to find it in Christ.
When life kept spiraling, I reached a dark place. I thought I was beyond redemption. But God—merciful, loving, and patient—met me there. He didn’t condemn me. He carried me out, gently, restoring what had been…