This. This is where I am right now. I didn't realize how much I do this, how much I look at people's outsides and compare it with my insides. How much I look at people's "shared successes" and compare them to my private flaws.
I can walk through the mall, glimpse someone who looks like they have all their stuff together - they are fit, they look amazing, they've got a friend or friends with them, they're laughing or talking. They look like what I wish I had.
Except. Except I don't have a clue what happens in the rest of their world. For all I know, their behind the scenes is just as messed up as mine.
I struggle to accept my behind-the-scene life as ok. If I can finally, finally stop comparing what goes on in my head, and behind closed doors of my home, with what I see in everyone else? Wow.