My perfectionism arose as an attempt to gain safety and support in my dangerous family.
Perfectionism is a self persecutory myth. I do not have to be perfect to be safe or loved.
I am letting go of relationships that demand perfection
. I have a right to make mistakes. Mistakes do not make me a mistake. Every mistake or mishap is an opportunity to practice loving myself in the places I have never been loved.
Emerging From The Dark Night 