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Insecurity- What lies beneath the masks  





   So what did you discover in identifying your root mask last week? It was tough for me to write about things I thought I’d dealt with long ago. The anger, hurt and frustration I felt as I wrote showed me clearly that I had more work to do. Those emotions were just buried down deep, only to resurface disguised as reactions to new rejection—real or imagined. Just the same fears rearing their ugly heads, yet again.
 
     I hope you’ve identified some ways to come out from behind that root mask, and to begin dealing with the tangle of emotions and experiences you’ve been covering up. I have been reading “So Long Insecurity,” by Beth Moore to help me with the process. It is a fabulous discussion of the many facets of insecurity and the ways it shows up in our behavior. As I read I became even more convinced that the masks we wear are a cover for those insecurities. Self-doubt or self loathing, a lack of self confidence, constant fear of rejection—even a strong desire to mend a wrong even when you have not committed the wrong—are all manifestations of insecurity. In my own experience, insecurity causes me to look for validation; I want to be liked to the point of going out of my way to please others. For me, part of the definition from the Urban Dictionary says it all:
“Basically, insecure people hide their real self to avoid being rejected or despised, when most of their perceptions are false”
 
     The result? First, we put on our masks. A lot of times it’s the mask of the perfect ______ (you fill in the blank). I would put in wife, mother, daughter, homeschool mom, Christian, or friend, because one of my main insecurities is fear of rejection. I need to be needed—so much that I am a people pleaser to the core. I will run myself down to exhaustion, just to make others happy. That brings us to the second result of insecurity—self-sabotage. In classic form, I would strive for perfection, setting such unrealistic expectations for myself that I would always fall short of my goals, and further confirm my insecurities. Does anybody else see the insanity here? I was on a circular treadmill that just strengthened my false perceptions. Setting such unrealistic expectations practically guarantees our failure; we set ourselves up for it. For example, I think of all the chore charts and behavior modification plans that I lay out for my children, where I set up totally unrealistic expectations that I am going to do all these things every day that are impossible in the life of a busy homeschool mom. Or all the diets I have tried, where I decide I need to lose five pounds every week and exercise for an hour every single day. Then when I can't achieve those results I get depressed—and in my mind I’ve failed again. I’m sure you have examples of your own.
 
     If you are a Christian like me, you have one more piece to add to the puzzle of insecurity. Not only do we doubt ourselves, we extend those doubts to our beliefs about God. We subconsciously expect him to fail us, and so limit our trust in him. As a Christian, I’ve found that through prayer and reading God’s word I truly can rely on Him to help me overcome my fears and insecurities, one day at a time.
 
     So, I’ve decided to step back and reevaluate my expectations. Where am I setting myself up for failure? For you, it might be in your relationship with your spouse, parents, or children. Maybe at work you have set such high goals that they can never be reached. This week let’s identify those areas in our lives where we are setting the bar so high that we’re sabotaging ourselves. What do you need to trust yourself—and maybe even God—to do in your life? Finally, what insecurities are your masks hiding?

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  1. OMG, are you sure your not in my room. This is me, I am the perfectionist. I want everything to be perfect and I strive to be only to fall short. After all only our Lord is the perfect one. I am forever trying to be the perfect wife, mother, friend etc only to fall short. However, I almost NEVER let the outside world see my faults. I hide my fault and insecurities with the world. I will not even let my husband (whom I love and is my very best friend) in on all my imperfections.

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    1. I am so glad that this post touched something in you. Trying to be perfect is exhausting isn't it? I hope that maybe as you read these post you can open up more to your husband and let a few masks fall to the floor. And I agree that only our Lord is perfect and that he can give you the strength to let go of our masks and be who we truly are.

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  2. Addressing our insecurities is the first step in overcoming them! Thank you for being open and writing from your heart. A lot of the time, especially as Christians, we feel like we need to have it all together, but one of the most admirable things is when someone can be authentic and honest and say "He's not finished working on me. I have growth to do." We all need to reach a place in life where we realize that perfection is not attainable, but that we can reach our best selves when we're serving Christ and being who He calls us to be!

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    1. thank you for your comment, I completely agree. It has definitely been hard to write about some of these things and the toughest stuff is still to come. I hope that you will continue reading and I will pray for you in your journey with Christ.

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  3. I love your honesty and I am looking forward to reading more. I am going to have to think a little bit about this "root mask" concept.

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    1. Thank you for your comment. The root mask concept was like a light bulb going off as I was writing. I had never realized how much one mask could lead to the others.

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  4. I am struggling with this now. I have come out of a situation where I lost myself and am having a hard time with self-confidence and who I really am. Around that, I'm working very hard in my career, for my family and to fix what's broken that is worth saving to me, but it's exhausting! I'm not much of a mask person but I've started noticing the masks that others are wearing, even those dear to me, and it frightens me a bit. I have such a hard time seeing through them and sussing out what is acceptable for them to hear or share.

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  5. it is true that not everyone deserves to know every deep dark secret about you, but the masks hide the insecurities we face and sometimes depending on the situation we are in we need to temporarily put on a mask to protect ourselves. it if when the mask becomes a part of you that the problems happen. I have dealt with a lot in my life and in future posts I will get into it deeper. I hope that some of my experiences will help you with your situation and that you continue to grow stronger and build up your family.

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  6. We all have masks for different times in our life. I recently had a happy/no fear mask on while I was dealing with breast cancer. I took off my mask and decided to live life to its fullest and be happy every minute I can.

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  7. Thank you for you for sharing. I tink we all wear a mask at some time in our lives.

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