We all do it. Nobody is perfect. I haven’t met one person who hasn’t messed up in some capacity. But when you have a mental illness I think making a mistake, no matter how simple can feel like the end of the world. I don’t know about you, but when I make a mistake I usually over think it and make myself feel so bad for messing up in the slightest. I’d love to write a book about this someday. I think I will. But I need to grow up first.