I sit in her office, overcome with emotion, tears are streaming down my face, and I am unable to look at her.
“What do you need right now?”, she asks me.
I desperately want her to hold me as though I am a child, stroke my hair and tell me everything will be okay. That someday I will be ok.
I can't say it. Instead, I sit, silently crying, listening to the voice inside of me that is begging me to ask for a hug, and I can't do it. My mouth won't form the words, my voice is lost.....
“Look at me.” She tells me, “When I see you hurting like this, I want to sit next to you, put my arm around you, and hold you and comfort you.”
The little girl screams inside of me, “That’s what I want too! Say it! Tell her!” But I can’t say it. I say nothing. And I know it's because it will hurt, and I'm scared that one day I will need her and she won't be there, and I sometimes feel undeserving. I’m scared. And so I sit, unable to talk, unable to ask for anything that I need, suffering in silence, because it's safer.
“You can’t say it because of the fear you hold inside. You can’t let yourself be comforted by me because you are scared that you will “need” me. You can’t say it because you are scared to let go of the control, to lean into someone else and let someone else be here for you. I understand that. And I'll wait. And when you're ready, I'll be here. And I'll be here for you when I can be and when you need me.” She whispers to me.
I hear her, and I know she is right, and yet still I can’t say it. And later, when I pull myself together 15 minutes after my allotted time has ended, I leave her office, and the regret sets in.
And thhat's when I listen to the internal voice as she tells me that I'm a stupid baby - and that I deserve nothing and that's why I can't say it. That I'll always be lonely, and alone, and undeserving.
That's why I sit here crying, alone, unable to cry in front of anyone, except her.
That's why I sit here fighting the urge to shove my fingers down my throat, or grab a razor, or a pair of scissors.
That's why I can write my feelings when I am staring at a computer screen, but am unable to find my voice or look at her when I’m with her.
That's why I want to stop breathing.
That's why I want to disappear.
That's why I want to be invisible.
That's why I only *hear* the little scared girl inside of me, but I can't be her voice.
That's why I'm a failure.
That's why I'm not worthy.
That's why I hate myself.
I want so much for her to hold me, to comfort the little girl inside of me who never had that experience, and I don’t say it, I suffer in silence, knowing that she cares, knowing that she will comfort me, if only I ask her too, and yet I can’t.



