A few weeks ago I hugged 6 people in a period of 24 hours. Yes. That is noteworthy. I am not a hugger. Not at all. I despise people pretending to show affection by giving me fake hugs. Fake hugs seem to be all you get theses days. I have enough issues with people wanting to hug me for real, but fake is THE WORST!
So I more then surprised myself this weekend when I not only allowed 3 people to hug me but initiated a hug with the other 3. I wasn't sure what to make of it. I decide to take it as sign of feeling better. Of being able to reach out again and to allow people back into my private space.
Realizing I was a hoarder was both a shock and a relief. A shock, because nobody wants to have a mental disorder. A relief, because my situation finally had a name. I found people who could relate. Knowing the problem helps solving it. I can step aside and look at the situation from a more neutral point of view. Why am I blogging about it? 2 reasons. 1. Putting my thoughts into words helps me think more clearly. 2. If this helps just one, who is like me, see the light it was more than worth it!
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