The greatest, most catastrophic heartache of seeking peace through external performance happens when you achieve your goal. Finally, you’re number one. You’re the best. You’ve earned what you consider to be tangible proof of your worth. Maybe it’s the sleek office with the fancy title. Maybe you closed on the big perfect house. Maybe you can fit into the jeans. Maybe you received a heavy award with your name etched onto the base. The point is that you got everything you said you wanted. For perfectionists in a maladaptive mindset, that’s when
