Trapped

There are times when I'm sitting in a meeting and I haven't a clue about how to ask for help. The pain gnaws at me from the inside, and I feel that if I don't do anything it will ... I don't know ... maybe it will get bored or tired or something and just go away and leave me alone. So I sit. I don't talk. I don't ask.

I'm afraid. I think that if you saw the real me that you would reject me. So I don't talk. And the pain remains.

But I do listen. Through the voice of another person, God does for me what I can't do for myself. Someone at the meeting shares and expresses the same feelings I am struggling with. Someone talks about dealing with the same problem. I'm a little bit safer because I'm am no longer alone.

—Anonymous