A Perfect Love to Conquer Perfectionism

I grew up as a perfectionist, trying to please my temperamental mother. At least my father was laid back and came from a caring family. I was also encouraged by my teachers and many friends. Life was pretty good until my parents started fighting and got a divorce. I grew angry with God for not fixing my family and turned my back on him, leading to depression.
At college I felt very alone and my art professors took only a mild interest in my work. I quickly came to the end of my resources and...