Week Seventy-Six!
Well
today I would like to talk about something that I learned in my mission. While I have been going through ups and downs these last 18 months
there is something very interesting I learned.
I went and visited a
therapist and after many meetings and tests, I learned that I have something
called Perfectionism. That’s right I’m a
medically diagnosed perfectionist. (I’m
guessing that it stems from my mom’s OCD)
But if you are wondering what that means here’s a little medical snip
it.
Perfectionism is a
medical condition characterized by severe self-criticism and self-doubt, often
accompanied by anxiety, depression, or obsessive-compulsive behavior. It can
lead to appetite and sleep disturbances, confusion, problems in relationships,
inability to concentrate, procrastination of important tasks, and, if left
untreated, major depression, and anxiety disorders.
Now why have I waited to
mention this? I don’t know, but I
realized that I haven’t and told my companion and she yelled at me for not
telling anyone.
So here I am. My main treatment has become looking at the positive
side of things and it usually helps a lot. So. That’s
what has happened. I no longer need a
therapist. But it is a lifelong thing. So that’s it on that.
Ambo is good. They are planning my farewell / birthday
party. So I’m assuming that will be fun,
and we also have a baptism planned for this Saturday. I’ll let you know how that goes.
Love you all
Hermana Peters
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