I suck at being needy. I really do. I much prefer to be competent, confident, and independent, without having to be vulnerable or ever ask for help.
My dietitian once asked me “if you were given a gift, and inside it was your diabetes, what would you say your diabetes has given you?”
My diabetes has definitely taught me how to ask for help, and how to accept help when it is offered.
I’m usually much more comfortable being strong, independent and resentful than I am comfortable with receiving love and nurturing.
So I try to remind myself how good it makes me feel to help others. How could I deny someone that feeling when they want to help me?
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