Insecurity

I’m always second guessing myself and wracked with insecurity. I wonder if there was ever a time in my life when I was confident, and the answer would be hardly ever.

If at all, it would be for a fleeting moment, if I get praised about something. Immediately after I think it’s just a pity compliment. Or the giver is biased.

Are you that way as well?

I want to be more confident, but it’s eluding me.

On the other hand when it comes to the people in my life, I am full of admiration for their abilities. And I feel so much confidence in them with zero doubt.

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Blogging about life in Singapore & recently cancer too.
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