Sometimes I think that I’ll be able to muscle the strength, the stamina, the courage to do something on my own.
Sometimes I think that I can try harder, push myself further.
Sometimes I think that I can bite my lip a little harder, grit my teeth a little tighter, lock my elbows and my knees and pull this life-load alone. My lips bleed and my jaw aches and my joints buckle.
Sometimes I tell myself lies so that I don’t let others know that I need help. They always echo: You’re alone in this.
Sometimes you can’t lift a weight yourself. Sometimes you can’t bear a load as one. Sometimes you need to ask for help.
And that’s alright.
We were built for community and relationship and life-load sharing. We’re wired to need and be needed by other people.
We weren’t meant to carry breaking burdens, secrets alone.
It’s okay to ask for help.