Have you ever wondered if we’ve become a society that’s forgotten how to ask for help? I have. I’ve thought about how help goes beyond doctors, nurses, OT, PT, Speech therapy, counseling, and more. They are there because it’s their job to help you get better.
Yet, help should trickle into our families, our friends, church, clubs, schools, teachers, anywhere you have connections. However, no one can hear the call for help if it remains silent. Maybe because when we first become hurt, sad, sick, disabled, or other situation that causes us distress, we may not know that we need help. Until the distress begins to creep in and try to swallow us.
I’ve always been quite independent. I know how to do things, how to pull them together, and forge a path to get what I need. I’m not afraid of being on my own. This was to a fault when I was introduced to disability. I thought I could do it all by myself, that I didn’t need to ask for help. How very wrong I was.
I did everything on my own. I maintained my home, grocery shopped, cooked, went to get the mail, and even drove – that was something I really should’ve had help with. If I had asked for help, I wouldn’t have put myself in a place that exhausted me, put me in danger, and left me unbelievably sad. I felt abandoned and it was my own fault. I didn’t ask for help, and it was difficult to admit I needed any.
The saying, “ask, and you will receive” is true. People will rise to the occasion. But they can’t if they don’t know you’re struggling. Asking for help widens a net of support and provides healing. Not just in the physical sense, but in the emotional sense. Having someone there makes our journey easier.
No matter what we are going through, it’s not a bad thing to ask for help. Things show up that throw a wrench into our lives and sometimes we don’t always have the right tools to repair it on our own.
Go ahead, it’s really okay, just ask for help.