Perfectionism Was Killing Me at 18 Years Sober by Hillary Phelps - Addiction/Recovery eBulletin

PROGRESS NOT PERFECTION – 

June 17, 2025 – It starts subtly, in the choices that seem small: putting everyone else’s needs ahead of your own, skipping the parts of your life that once brought joy, silencing your intuition because being agreeable feels safer than being real. … For me, the unraveling was loud. After years of striving to be “the best”—from straight A’s to national records in swimming—I became fluent in the language of perfection.

My awakening didn’t begin the day I stopped drinking. It began the day I stopped abandoning myself. It began when I chose to stay present with my discomfort, to listen to the whisper, and to come home to the woman I had been running from. That journey isn’t a one-time decision but a daily practice.

I’m sharing this because I’ve seen too many women suffer in silence. We think we’re the only ones feeling this way: disconnected, anxious, numb. We feel guilty for not being grateful. We tell ourselves that if our lives don’t look broken, then we must be fine. But the truth is, you can have everything on paper and still feel completely lost inside.

You’re not alone. Your quiet collapse doesn’t make you broken. It makes you human. And maybe, just maybe, it’s also your invitation to come home to yourself.

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