![]() ![]() And ours wasn’t a family who would ever, under almost any circumstances, ask others for help. I was the go-to girl for everyone in my family. And in her new audiobook, Help, Thanks, Wow, she has coalesced everything she knows about prayer to these fundamentals. At the same time, I didn’t want to ask my parents for help, because they had so much on their hands. ![]() Teachers wrote on my report cards that I was too sensitive, excessively worried, as if this were an easily correctable condition, as if I were wearing too much of the violet toilet water little girls wore then. People always told me, “You’ve got to get a thicker skin,” like now they might say, jovially, “Let go and let God.” Believe me, if I could, I would, and in the meantime I feel like stabbing you in the forehead. I was so sensitive about myself and the world that I cried or shriveled up at the slightest hurt. By the time I was five, the migraines began. By the age of four or five, I was terrified by my thoughts. ![]() I had frequent nightmares about snakes and scary neighbors. I was terrified of death by the time I was three or four, actively if not lucidly. ![]()
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