“When I allow the Living Word of God to do its work in my life, I discover that I need “poor me” no longer. I regain my connection with that place within myself that is free from the hurt of anything others may say or do.”

For me it would not be so much that I “need” that other part of me [in my case it is a very young somewhat damaged version of myself], as just noticing his influence and in the next moment choosing my “whole” self instead [hard to do!]. Since we are always growing, my hope is that the needy part of myself appears less and less. When he does, I acknowledge him as Jacqueline suggests and even thank him for a time when I maybe needed him to survive. The more I discover of my true self the more compassion I have when I see another caught up in real pain that expresses as anger or violence.

I am actually not wanting to disagree with you here , I am wanting to share a piece that I feel is missing. It is hard to not read in your post, a kind of impatience with your weakness a shame toward your hurt.That ‘poor little me”, it sounds like that you don’t find him valuable very much. ..I cannot help but view that part with compassion..the small frightened parts of us are who we are as well, not just the bright ‘good’ parts of us.My hope is that we might have compassion on our neediness. Our neediness when seen and admitted to calls us to God again. I want to say..you DO need ‘little me’..don’t leave him out in the cold!

PS, your post could actually be a Psalm in itself..your heart experience being laid bare to others..I wonder if David had any idea how much his outpourings would be food for us…

I have read that Psalm this way:

All the bluster is because David is upset, it’s bluster, vengeance, justice an insulted warrior/King/ strong man. Gets it all out of his system , pours out his heart to God, brutally honest. Pours it out to God, not out on the streets.
..and then he gets to admitting he is poor and needy. The heart of it is that all this bluster is about staying strong about not admitting his neediness. Not admitting his hurt. Not being vulnerable.
He comes to the place of : ‘I am poor and needy” he admits his smallness and poverty ( blessed are the poor in spirit ) . He confesses that it is not so much about them having ‘done him wrong’ ( even though they so clearly have ) but that he is very hurt. And when he does, he is able to confess ” I am poor and needy” from his wounded heart instead of blustering from his wounded pride. He is able to recognise God as refuge and doesn’t need the bluster the potential violence to protect him any more. He is safe, God is here, of whom shall I be afraid?