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?”

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