If I think I need credit I am insane. Whatever is done is done by this one thing we all are. All of it. Everything. Always. There’s really no separate “me” component to it. (And why would I even need anyone to know that?… unless I want to suffer?)
But sure, credit can be nice:
When someone gives me all the credit, they’re telling me about what they’re thinking and believing and I can love what they’re telling me and question any stressful thought about how much credit is really due to me.
When someone shares the credit with me, they’re telling me about what they’re thinking and believing and I can love what they’re telling me and question any stressful thought about how much credit is really due to me.
When someone withholds credit from me they’re telling me about what they’re thinking and believing and I can love what they’re telling me and question any stressful thought about how much credit is really due to me.
When someone takes all the credit they’re telling me about what they’re thinking and believing and I can love what they’re telling me and question any stressful thought about how much credit is really due to me.