This past year I found myself in a vulnerable head and heart space. I began comparing myself to people on social media without even realizing it. I only noticed that I was doing this when I had trouble feeling happy about the success of even my closest friends, almost as if I had trained my mind to put myself down even in the face of the people who love me the most.
Read MoreGrowing up I was always an odd kid. I didn’t learn how to properly read until 5th grade, I had unique interests, and I was the only girl amongst my 3 brothers, making it hard to understand and relate to other girls my age. Those whispers of self-doubt festered throughout adolescence and still to this day, can creep into my mind with false insecurities. “You’re not bright,” “You don’t know your career path,” “You’re not a ‘traditionally feminine; Catholic woman”...
Read MoreI would classify myself as the queen of comparison. The more I grow in my relationship with God the less I struggle with it, but the temptation is still there. The devil loves comparison. One of my catch phrases could probably be “comparison is the thief of joy.” It is present in everything and I think that everyone struggles with it starting with Adam and Eve.
Read More
