When Whitney Houston died, it was revealed that, as talented as she was, she didn’t feel like she was “enough.”
I know that feeling.
How in the world does it happen that people who are so deeply and richly talented, live in the grip of insecurity? Where in the world does that come from?
Let me be a tad personal here. I’m smart. I’ve gone to the best schools. I’ve done some good work in my life, and yet, I have been my own worst enemy. I have held myself back. I will not and have not advocated for myself. I have felt “less than” so many people, and have been afraid to move forward and up into what I have been sent to this world to do. I am shy to a fault.
Where does that come from?
It is exasperating to see people I know moving forward, and see myself sitting still. It is maddening to see people use opportunities to their benefit, while others, like me, let them pass by because of this dratted feeling of not being “enough.” And it is scary to think that I might leave this earth without pushing through this wall.
I would bet that my mother, long deceased, and who said that being depressed is selfish, would say that being insecure is selfish, too. Is it?
I am better than I was …but I’m not good enough, I mean, not strong enough, yet. I am still behind the wall of insecurity. Every day, I say, “OK, God gave me one more day…” and I move a little. But I need to move A LOT!
I am fighting for my life. The wall of insecurity is a killer, as deadly as any illness of the body. Insecurity is an illness of the spirit, and it is an illness I would like to disappear. I wish there was an easy way to get out of it. There is not. You simply have to recognize it, face it, stare it down …and push through.
I don’t normally write really personal stuff on this blog, but this is a battle that I think I need to put out on Front Street so that it can be cast into the sea and be gone forever.
A candid…and very personal … observation …