Sometimes we can have a problem that feels embarrassing to admit.

Sometimes it can make us feel pathetic when we realise that it is creating an even bigger problem for us.

Sometimes the problem can start to have an impact on the rest of our lives.

Sometimes we lie and pretend the problem doesn’t exist and find excuses to cover for the fact the problem cannot be contained.

Sometimes the problem becomes something else, and we fear what will come next.

Sometimes we know the problem can’t be fixed and what we need is understanding.

Sometimes we beat ourselves up continuously about the problem.

Sometimes we need to be kind to ourselves.

Sometimes we don’t think we deserve kindness.

Sometimes not being kind to ourselves fuels the problem.

Sometimes we want to run away.

Sometimes we want help but don’t know what that looks like.

Sometimes we feel like a child.

Sometimes we want a break from being who we are.

Sometimes we think we deserve to always live with the problem.

Sometimes the familiarity of the problem feels safe.

 

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t me.