Welcome, time to relax and read ...

I vividly remember my baby at two weeks old, crying incessantly at 2 a.m., despite being fed, dry, warm, and held dearly. I felt a deep frustration that I tried to attribute to exhaustion. I couldn't understand why the so-called "joy" of motherhood was nowhere to be found when I needed it most. The frustration grew exponentially, and I marched downstairs to where my mum was sleeping and left the baby with her—I couldn't take it anymore.

Perfect. Perfectionist. Perfectionism. Words we often use without realising the scars they leave behind. The sad truth is that many of us who struggle with these concepts began forming their roots in childhood. We were constantly trying to meet the expectations of the adults around us—figuring out what they needed, what made them criticise us, what we did that was inadequate, and what about us was unacceptable.