Asking for help!
I almost want to choke even by the thought of it. I literally cry while I have to ask for help. It’s the ultimate vulnerability for me. The gutter, down with hell. I just want to bury myself. I am not sure if it is the fear of rejection or this is one of those childhood traumas that need immediate intervention as a matter of ICU.
I am almost certain that I am not the only one. There are so many in this category. I want to tell you something I have had repeatedly if you don’t ask the answer will always be no. But who knows if you ask? I know that’s not even a tiny bit convincing that you need to ask for help.
Mostly asking for help in some of the tiniest things. I need my luggage put off the high rack usually on a train or plane, why am I on top of my seat pulling my crop top almost above the unrestricted private boob area? Huh! Yet there is someone next to you taller than your imagination.
It is asking for help to just close a zipper and now you are doing summersaults. Carrying a whole grocery months’ shopping bag simply cause you are strong and independent. I am this kind of person and it’s totally not cute or even acceptable at all. Very personal matter that needs to be addressed.
Why do you need to cry for a whole week before you can ask someone for help with your financial situation Jane? Come on. A no is much better than a what if. It is deep engraved in me I remember I would cry just because my mum is helping me solve a math problem. Am I beyond repair?
I have finally hacked a secret that I can only share with my subscribers, okay maybe a bit too much vulnerability needs support and encouragement and it is what I’m trying to tell you ,a ‘like’ a ‘comment’ and a ‘follow’ will help . This is me asking for help from you dear reader.
I will give you a hack nonetheless.
Just do it, fear will always be there, too bad! Fear never leaves, she minds your business because that is her work. It must be a her, or rather a she there is no way it is a him or rather a he or what is it gender fluid?
Just ask for help!
Thing with fear is that it holds treasures we unearth once we embrace it. My mantra this month has been “Am a stranger here, yet I shall have no fear”. It’s putting me on a ‘welcome collision course’. And I get it..asking for help mostly feels like unpeeling some skin of us and giving out to someone not knowing how they will react. Especially, for certain horoscopes. But, it pays to be vulnerable. Discreetly vulnerable.
Intuitive piece though!!Kudos!
Thank you… I like the mantra I’m a stranger here, yet I shall have no fear. I’m borrowing that.