My morning revelation about codependency...

For the past two years, I have felt like I have been standing at the edge of an old stone well, with a bucket the end of the rope. As time went on, the bucket kept filling up with something very very heavy that I couldn't lift. Sometimes, when I had the energy, I would strain with all my might to pull it back up. Sometimes, when I didn't have the energy, I would just brace myself and make sure I didn't let it slip any further. I was sure if I could just somehow lift it out, everything would be fine. I was resisting. I was refusing to just let go out of fear, I guess. What would happen then? What if I needed what was in that bucket? What I am beginning to see is that I spent so much time looking down into that well that I forgot to look up and around & notice that this well is located in the middle of a lake! I will be just fine if I let go. I won't run out of water. I don't need to stand there anymore. I don't need a bucket or a rope to survive. I just thought I did. The bucket doesn't contain water anyway and you can't drink lead. Silly me.