I used to think that being codependent meant being overly reliant upon someone else to do things for you. Having grown up a hyper-responsible, mature child who learned early on to not only take care of what she needed but was highly attuned to what others needed, I was certain that I was most definitely NOT codependent.
In fact, even the idea of being codependent made me feel squeamish because frankly I don’t trust anyone to do things for me the way I trust myself.
And I kind of arrogantly thought this was a great quality to have. The irony that I was revisiting the book “Codependent No More” by Melody Beattie just as I finally tested positive for the first time for COVID-19 is not lost on me.Read more on themighty.com