Most of the time, my definition of strength is complete self reliance. Admitting I need help or attention…the epitome of weakness.
Life throws random difficulties at me and I respond by hardening my outer shell. Oh life, your parking tickets, rain, loneliness and depression can’t reach me in here. Nothing can get inside. I’ll even crawl down into this deep hole to hide from you. Nothing can harm me through my thick armor down in my dark pit.
Nobody can know I’m hiding so I smile bigger and I laugh louder. Distraction is key.
Eventually I remember I’m afraid of the dark. I don’t like being alone. I’m very brave and I’m very strong, but why wouldn’t I want my hand held? Why wouldn’t I reach out to someone who loves me and ask them to hold me up when I get too tired?
I’m still learning. I’ll always be.
But, I see my fingers stretched out in front of me more often. I see how this does not make me weak. Quite the opposite.
When my confessions are met with love and validation, when I’m bolstered by even one person who reminds me none of us are going it alone…. my heart opens and I know I’ll be okay.
And so will you.