Anna Smith

I am one of those tragic figures who is both a perfectionist and a procrastinator. I am so afraid of doing things wrong that I am afraid to start because I will probably not do it (whatever "it" is) perfectly and correctly.

I am clinically depressed and get anxious from time to time. It’s usually set off by major life transitions and hormones running amok. A couple of years ago my circumstances and hormones conspired to send me into the depths. Why doesn’t God just get rid of pits?