This is a letter from someone asking for my help after feeling embarrassed about it. (Note the greater message and my comments at the end.)
Reaching out to others for my own needs is very new to me and I am very awkward at it.
In the past I have been the ‘fixer and care provider.’ When I wrote you I did a, “Wow I’m reaching out to someone who is basically a stranger and he might just think I’m nuts.” Then I convinced myself I was nuts for reaching out to you and the spin went from there….
I’ve been to the gym 4 times this week, eaten decently, done some good work in the Marianne Williamson book, and was feeling accomplished, and yesterday I found myself bombarded by critics and weight prejudice in the places I typically feel safe. Which started my own mental fight and internal critic rolling. So I guess I started tossing baby, bathwater, and rubber ducky. Hope this makes sense.
It makes perfect sense; I do the same thing. However, one of the things I have recently learned is even powerful people have needs. We all need help periodically; it’s part of the human condition.