Insecurity is my biggest downfall. It feels like quicksand, sucking me deeper and deeper into a pit of inadequacy, despair, anxiety, and self-hatred. I know I can’t be the only one out there who has days/weeks/months like this, so here is a reblog from one of my favorite writers, a woman who has provided me with a lifeline out of the quicksand more than once, thanks to her insights.
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Author: Barbara Marincel
My spiritual journey is all about finding the grace in the everyday—and the not so everyday—while living a full and creative life that includes chronic illness, PTSD, and depression. I'm a writer, blogger and photographer, live in lovely Minneapolis, Minnesota and am happily married to George and doggie-mama to Piper. I’m a Benedictine Oblate candidate of St. John’s Abbey in Collegeville, MN. My creative inspirations include nature, good books, Lake Superior, my flower garden, and my faith. More than anything, I cherish spending time with friends and, especially, family.
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Oh, I feel insecure a lot of the time.
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Lisa, I know exactly how you feel, but just remember that your feelings are not necessarily reality. I think you and wonderful and talented, and I bet a lot of other people think so too!! {{{HUGS}}}
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Great post 😉
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Thanks for reading!!
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