The Cross I Bear

I've always been a tense, nervous person. I'm a perfectionist, unfortunately. In my opinion there is more bad than good to perfectionism. The biggest 'thing' to perfectionism is that your best is never good enough. You can somehow never measure up. I know this to be a lie. But, do you think I can tell my mind that? Nope, it gets lost in translation, every single time. And so, I struggle with anxiety. On and off, better then worse, perpetually. Oi. (Hey, there's that word again!)
Anyway, back to the point. Anxiety is the cross I bear. I believe everyone has a cross they bear, a hardship that makes life hard somwtimes. Some crosses are very obvious, like obesity. Some are very easy to hide. Not everyone has the courage to trust someone with the thing they struggle with. Maybe that's pride. We cannot be superwife, supermom, superperson. It's liberating to really believe that, and be ok with it. Tell someone what your problem is, when you do, you don't bear your cross alone anymore.