I was out walking the dogs this morning and beating myself up over something I did when I was eighteen.
That was 40 years ago.
It was amazingly trivial...to healthy people. Most normal people wouldn't even call it a mistake or remember it. But when you combine perfectionism with a long memory and constant fear of making a mistake...any mistake...voila.
Point is, I get it. But drinking would only add another bunch of numbers in that mistake column, yes?
Distract yourself, yes? I am also having another heinously boring long day trapped in our temporary apartment and it's easy to get stuck in my head. So I think I'll go clean the bathroom. Yeehaw.
We are human. We screw up. Try to forgive yourself, yes?
Sending you a hug.