My number one problem in my mind is this battle of wanting to be perfect and not giving a fuck. I think a lot of my anxiety is wondering what will happen during the day that I will fuck up. It’s silly I’m good at my job and I have good kids. I think this is where my borderline personality disorder really plays into my life. If I’m not perfect there is no reason to exist. But it’s impossible to be perfect I know this. I still want it. I know I can’t be alone.