I always hated asking for help. I thought that I could do everything myself no matter what it was. If I couldn’t do it, I felt like I had failed, or that I was weak or somehow less of a person for not being able to figure it out.
It’s not a happy way to live.
This need to be good at everything caused me a lot of stress over the years. Even as a child, I pushed myself to be more than what I was. It didn’t matter what I was good at, I needed to be able to do more. And more and more and more.
I was hospitalized with ulcers when I was 10 years old.
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