Sometimes I think we tell others our faults and insecurities because we want to see if they will accept us despite them. We want them to love all of who we are, and since we are all so very flawed we can not really feel loved unless we know they know our darkest secrets and care about us any way.
After all, you can not have a close relationship when the fear of being known gets in the way. So we challenge other people with our honesty, moved by the unquenchable hunger to know and be known.
“This is who I am! Do you still like what you see or have I made you want to run from me?!” That is the cry of openness. That is the cry of vulnerability. That is the desperate need of our hearts.