Asking for help is like throwing yourself over the edge. You don’t know where you’re going to land, or whether you will survive the fall.
The first time I asked for help, I crash-landed. There was nothing to do but pick myself up, dust myself off and try again.
The second time, I was handed a parachute. But it was still a long way down. It was just the start of a turbulent journey.
Many months later, I wrote a letter to my GP. “You may not remember,” I wrote, “our 10 minute appointment, but I do. Thankyou. For listening. For not judging. For throwing me a lifeline.”
Someone WILL help you, even if it’s not the first time you ask.
So take a deep breath, and leap. Leap again if you need to. Good things will come.
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