narrative therapy

Dear Perfectionism

Shattered glass representative of the shattered bones this teen author writes about

I spin, twirl, shake, leap. You’re still there as I watch others. You’re in my mind as I create. You’re telling me I’m bad – I’m going to fall. I try to ignore you. I try, I try, I try but, I can’t multitask! As I forget what’s going on, you come back stronger. “You’re going to fall, you’re going to fall,” you say…


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Blinds symbolic of what it feels like to be labeled by a diagnostician.

I never got to thank the person who introduced us. It’s someone on twitter, and I’ve been too shy to tell them. Also because it happened years ago, and if I tell them now it’ll look like I’ve had this gratitude for them kept hidden for so long – it’s almost stalkerish and… WAIT. This is not central to what I wanted to tell you. I think… 


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