Are you sure that your perfectionism isn’t just an attempt at protecting you from life, with all its chaos, messiness, decay, change and unpredictability?
Or, if not perfectionism, your striving always to be in control, so that nothing can get to you?
Or your insistence on harmony? Your demand to be right, or to know it all? Your clamour to rescue people every time from their difficulties? Your infatuation with being the best at everything? Your preoccupation with keeping all your options open?
And what would happen if, for a while, you found out that you’re way bigger than any of your obsessions and started to let life in for once?