I’ve always had an issue asking for help with anything.
I am independent.
I don’t like to bother people with stuff I believe I can get done on my own, my own way.
The only problem with that is, I often end up doing things the same way and expecting different results.
You know, the definition of insanity.
Infertility forced me to learn to ask for help.
My biological procreative limitations required me to ask the help of reproductive specialists to have a child.
My inability to deal with the adjustment disorder that infertility became after a couple of years of failing forced me to ask the help of a therapist to get it all back in perspective.
You can have everything life that you want if you will just help enough other people get what they want.
I grew up with that Zig Ziglar quote and I’ve always believed it to be true.
But it’s hard to help other people get what they want, if you don’t help yourself get what you want.
You have to put the oxygen mask on yourself before everyone around you to survive the turbulence and sudden drops in cabin pressure so often encountered on this flight called life.
I found very often the times that I felt the most alone and hopeless, were the times when I chose to be alone and isolated.
Once I chose to seek out human contact after a self-imposed social exile, I found other people not only willing to help, but eager to help.
All I had to do was ask.
Don’t let pride keep you from asking for help.
Answers, perspective, comfort, support, or the extra push you need to get out of that ditch may be just a question away.