My bathroom sink has been clogged for the last month. It was draining slower and slower until one day it was completely stuck. The water wasn’t draining at all.
I was trying hard to unclog it on my own before I resorted to calling a plumber. I tried the baking soda and vinegar method and even bought a plunger. But no luck.
I knew exactly why it was clogged. My hair was stuck in the drain. But I didn’t know how to get to the drain to pull it out. So finally I called my landlord, and he called a plumber.
When the plumber came, he showed me how to unscrew the pipe, so I could declog it myself next time. It wasn’t hard at all. But I needed someone to show me how the first time around.
The state of my sink last month was a mirror for my emotions. About the same time my sink clogged up so did my shame. I had multiple shame attacks throughout November and spent several days immobilized, wallowing on the floor in my room.
I was quite aware of the fact I was wallowing. I simply didn’t know what to do to fix it. I couldn’t figure out how to declog my shame on my own.
I was trying desperately to figure it out by myself. I used all the tools I had learned and was frustrated they weren’t working. Until I finally realized my deep desire to be so independent was a deep symptom of the cause of my shame. And it was ok to ask for help. It was ok to call a plumber to show me how to get unstuck.
Even if the solution was something I could do on my own. I simply needed someone to show me how the first time around.
Sometimes you just need to call a plumber. And that’s ok.
It’s ok to ask for help.