Her “nervous energy,” which had once been a friend that provided an excited drive to be “on point,” was now becoming a “rabbit hole” of excessive self-criticism, anxiety, pessimism, or analysis paralysis.
Amy felt stuck-and the worst part was, she was keenly aware that she was actually the person holding herself back. Self-discipline was her specialty, for goodness’ sake-How could this have happened? Ironically, the iron fist with which she had successfully ruled herself for so long had now ceased to create order and progress it was now creating feelings of isolation and stagnation. A lifelong perfectionist who practically prided herself on being “a little OCD” (her words, not mine), it was quite difficult for Amy to admit that she might need help managing herself. It was her first visit to my office, and Amy was uncomfortable: she was afraid that coming to see a psychologist meant there was something wrong with her.
Her manicured fingernails fiddled with the hem of her knee-length skirt as she glanced around the room awkwardly and kept tucking an imaginary piece of hair behind her ear. Life is about creating yourself.Īmy shifted nervously on my leather sofa.
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