"My problem is shame," said one woman. "I wanted to ask for help in dealing with it, but I was too ashamed. Isn't that crazy?"
That woman could have been me. I was so ashamed of living the way I was, of addiction touching my family, of being out of control and crazy...that I was afraid for other people to know.
What a relief it was when I walked into my first meeting and realized that there was a room filled with people who truly understood, and who could help me if I was willing to reach out to them. I learned that I wasn't crazy, I was codependent, and that there WAS help, there WAS hope, for even a pathetic person like me.
I am grateful for those who were there for me when I finally found the courage to reach out for help.
Hugs