I’m one rigid bitch. Maybe not in my beliefs or judgements of others... but shit, I can’t handle my own self. My days? Wake up, work out, werk werk werk until these eyes are ready to BLEED, promise I’m going to do better tomorrow, rinse and repeat.

I never realized that this always-moving, constantly-accomplishing mindset was a part of my trauma. But hey, like everything else in life, it all goes back to childhood coping, fucked up core beliefs, anxiety and avoidance. Thanks, trauma! You made me a high achiever and got my ass out of poverty... but now you grate on my mental and physical health everyday. 

Time to stop pretending this chronic accomplishing is a merit. It's a fucking addiction. Workaholics Anon, established 2020.

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