I am convinced now that virtually every destructive behavior and addiction I battled off and on for years was rooted in my (well-earned) insecurity.
Insecurity is at the heart of every rivalry.
Somethings wrong with us for us to value ourselves so little.
Insecurity's best cover is perfectionism. That's where it becomes an art form.
Insecurity is miserable. That's the bottom line. We don't need it. We don't want it. And we really can live without it. So what would happen if we quite being accomplices in our own misery?
Jealousy takes root in the soil of insecurity.