Up until this point I had never asked anyone for help.
I thought if I asked for help I would look weak or incapable of taking care of my own life. Wasn’t I already weakened by NOT asking for help? Was I actually taking care of my own life?
As soon as I was able to come out and admit that I needed help, I felt the slightest bit of weight come off my shoulders. It felt good to hear that I wasn’t alone and to receive reassurance that help is available.
Instead of wearing a mask to cover up all my fear, I was able to take it off for a moment and show my vulnerability. And it was ok. It was my first piece of evidence that needing help is not a bad thing and asking for help might even be a good thing.