I lost a really great therapist last night. Partly due to the work done by a previous therapist, partly due to entering my life at the right time, and mostly due to her capacity for listening and interjecting, she was the best therapist I've ever had.

The thing I valued her most for was that I told her how important the truth was to me, and she always told me the truth.

But she moved on to, hopefully, a great opportunity.

In our last exchange, she said this, in our wandering conversation, "Our insecurities are there because we  care so much."

I told her to write that down and save it for future clients.

And that is beautiful and helpful and useful to me. I've been thinking about it ever since.

When we're insecure, it's because we're imagining the loss of something important to us. It can be the loss of a friendship, or the weakening of one.

Or, the insecurities can be caused by a self sacrifice we're considering making, so that we don't lose or hurt the friendship (disrespecting our own boundaries to appease someone we care about.)

It doesn't matter if the true risk is as drastic as we imagine.

They say that Batman is brave, but Superman is invulnerable, so he can 'never' be brave. You're brave in ways people will never understand, you're brave for struggling and winning but more importantly, you're brave for struggling.