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Asking for help

Asking for help is scary for me.

Asking for help is not easy for me.

Asking for help makes me feel miserable, weak, and helpless.

Asking for help makes me feel like I am getting too dependent on people.

What if I get used to asking for help.


Isn't asking for help also a kind of attachment, where we rely on a person completely, what if a person lefts you behind, or what if the person who usually to helps you stops helping you.

These are types of questions and thoughts that used to run in my head and may still run sometimes. I think the overthinking, That's how I used to be.

Sometimes I feel like I just closed myself in a box for these many years with all my boundaries limits and all, I know it's the situations that made me the way I am, at least I am happy that I am changing, I may not completely change and I don't know if I can ever be able to ask for help freely, openly. I am happy that I am admitting it and trying to accept the fact the way I am, I feel proud of myself that how much I learned about myself, and how much I try to know myself, isn't it a rare thing people do to themselves?.

And I am grateful for the people around me who help me even before I ask them to, who make me feel worthy, who are genuinely concerned about me, and who make my life a little easy and happy.

 They say the way you treat people reflects the way you treat yourself, be nice to you, and have a happy life, human lives are wholesome packages with emotions, feelings, and intelligence it is on us to make it worth it.

              
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