I had to learn the hard way. Once I wound up in the hospital and couldn't eat and no one knew why. It took four months to pull out of that. Later, I wound up with panic attacks that showed up at the most inopportune times. I am fine now, but that was after I dealt with my inside insatable need to do a million things and hold everything on my shoulders. Therapy helped, and now whenever I get into that mode, I check into myself and ask myself why I am working so hard and then I force myself to stop and chop down the tasks and demands. I learned that being imperfect feels real good and I kinda like being a little messed up. Saying 'to hell with it' and walking away is very liberating for me.