I know, by now, I am never alone with my queries. I, always, have a few people who will admit to struggling with what I do. I don’t know about you, but I grew up thinking I was weak when I needed people. I grew to scorn myself when I had needs for appreciation, admiration and connection. I scorned myself for my vulnerabilities. Yet, I had them. So, they had to go underground, into the realm of shame and isolation. I felt I was alone and different. Now, I take the question out, again, and ask it. Is it weak to need people?
I feel the same way. The feeling came later, in my early 20s, and it’s gotten stronger over the years.
What do we have in common that could indicate this?
What feeling, exactly BB?