“I would respond with the standard line, ‘I'm fine. I'm dealing with a little stuff, but I'm ok.’"
"‘How's your therapy going?’"
“‘Oh . . . it's . . . it's kind of hard, but I'm doing ok.’"
“In my walking dialogues with Dixie, I completely minimized what was happening with me. She knew that I was going through some ‘difficulties’ and was in therapy, but I simply couldn't allow her to have a view into my painful world - not yet anyway.
“Dixie would telephone sometimes to simply ask how I was doing. I would listen to her talk, but kept everything to myself. I was uncomfortable in the role of someone needing support. At the time, I was also dealing with very painful marriage issues and had been conditioned to believe that men and women shouldn't discuss their problems outside of the marriage.
“Gradually – very gradually, I opened the door just a crack to allow her to see a very small amount of what I was dealing with in my therapy sessions which had to do with my marriage and childhood abuse. She was supportive and unperturbed by my story, but I wasn't about to offer up the deepest, most hidden troubles in my heart.” (My Tears Fall Inside, pages 75-76.)
God knows us. I am independent by nature and He knew if He had sent me a dream telling me that I needed Dixie in my life I would have totally discounted it, knowing that “I was just fine” by myself. In His wisdom He told me that she needed my friendship so that I would reach out to her. Little did I realize—in the beginning—how much I would come to need her!
There is a simple yet profound truth here. When we reach out to someone else to help them, we are often the greater beneficiary.