sometimes im just not sure

even though the wetting has and is and probably always will be a part of my life, i know that it isnt my life. i realize that it does not define  me. so why is it still so hard to cope sometimes? i have more than come to terms and accepted it as an inevitability and have even gotten to the point where ive shared my secret with others in hopes of helping them. but does this scream  hypocrisy? that i try to help others when i know that there are more days when i cant cope than can?