It’s humbling to admit weakness. I have this overwhelming need to put forth the impression that I’m perfect, and to tell the world exactly how bad things had gotten was not my favorite moment of my life.
It helped, though. As soon as I hit publish on my last post, I felt relief. Sometimes, just talking about the problems that face us can help us in overcoming them. And the comments and emails and phone calls helped even more.
I have an issue in that I find it hard to define myself in a vacuum. Without seeing how I’m reflected in my friends and loved ones, I don’t really know who I am.
That’s unhealthy, I know, but it’s how I am. And knowing that I do have a safety net – that I’m not doing this alone – that is empowering and a lifeline that I absolutely desperately needed this weekend.
I know I’m going to be fine. There is no obstacle on Earth that I can’t overcome as long as I’m willing to make the hard decisions and necessary sacrifices. I may have low points but my high points will be the highest.
It’s hard to admit, but I see now that sometimes you have to be weak and admit that you’re weak in order to gain strength.
Thank you to each of you for being there, for reading, for commenting, and for supporting. And for sending me pictures of your boobs. Because that REALLY helps.