It took me 3 weeks
to really stop moving after my injury. Even then, I would barely ask for help.
Struggling to stay out of a depression has been a challenge.
It is uncomfortable for me use the “H” word, but I found that when I finally talked to my husband about it, even just that helped.
He helped me shift my thoughts of “this thing is never going to heal” to “this thing’s going to heal and be stronger than ever.”
Those words make me smile every time. I love him so much.
While talking with a friend about my fight to stay positive,
she gently pointed out to me that I do not share my struggles.
She said she couldn’t really relate to me sometimes because I don’t share the ugly bits of my life.
I don’t ask for help because I feel like if I share my problems that I will
somehow be breathing life into them and making them bigger.
I’m slowly learning that the opposite its true.
Sharing one’s struggles and asking for help is actually a good sign that one is self-aware and secure.
Clearly, I am still working on this one.