This fucking Demon!!! Oh jeez! The Demon of Comparison ingrained itself at a young age with me.
It all started with my parents, who viewed me as a representation of them, and not an individual human being. Everything was about appearances to their friends, however, behind closed doors, I was being compared to their friend’s children. ‘Shirley’s kids are doing this, why can’t you be like them?’ Or ‘How can your stupid friend come up with such a good idea and you can’t?’
Eventually, over time, my parent’s voice became the voice inside my head. All of a sudden, the demon inside me was now comparing me to everyone and everything.
I was never as good as others. I was never as smart as others. I was never dressed as well as others. I was not as rich as others. And the list went on…….
Even when you’re doing well, the demon of comparison finds a way to make you look small and insignificant by comparing you to somebody that’s attained some type of status that very few ever do.
It’s a vicious cycle and a daily struggle. Learning not to compare yourself to others is not easy, but I’m slowly making my way.
If this sounds like you, then the below Demon of Comparison I drew might have a special place in your heart.
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