Today, a friend pointed out that I struggle to directly ask for the emotional support I need. Instead of clearly expressing my need, I often end up talking more about the emotional weight it brings. This was an eye-opening moment for me. I realize that I often feel a sense of shame tied to my need, which I experience physically—I feel small, weighed down, my mind freezes, and words just don’t come. The body always keeps score.

This seems like a core emotional issue for me. My choice of profession is meaningful in this context. Being in the position of giving support rather than receiving it is always more comfortable. And this is shameful. Perhaps this is why my analyst once told me, "You are the patient here." Even in a setting where I seek support, I couldn’t step out of my professional identity and needed to recognize where I was sitting.

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I courage myself to write, recognizing that this is who I am.