Asking for help opens the door to deeper friendships
Why do I find asking for help so difficult?
I returned home from hospital from an emergency appendix that had turned gangrene and that needed to be removed, fast. But just because I was home it didn’t mean I was back to the usual, run around mumma that I was prior to surgery. I needed to rest and recover and that meant I needed help from friends to do the everyday tasks that suddenly looked like insurmountable mountains.
The pain from the op and the exhaustion from the anesthetic hung over me like a gloomy, rainy day and just confirmed, against my will, that I was not leaving my house for a few days.
How the hell was I going to ask anyone for help?
And why was it so darn hard for me to whisper such an easy line: “Hello my friend, please can you help me?”