Redefining being a strong independent woman
Asking for help gives me major anxiety. Offering help to someone else, easy peasy. But for some reason reaching out and admitting to someone that I can't do something makes me short of breath and queasy. You're thinking to yourself, "Denae, that's kinda weird, and also makes no sense. If you can be compassionate to others and want to help them then it should logically make sense that receiving help doesn't make you "weak" or "spoiled" or "less than". It doesn't define you as a person." You could say that and you would be 100% correct. Would I believe you? I mean I would pretend to believe you and say, "oh ya! For sure" But then I would continue on with my life never admitting to anyone else that maybe I wasn't as fine as I told them. And maybe I was "faking it 'til I made it" like all the time. Recently God (with the help from my amazing therapist) has been teaching me first off, that it