Having been sucker punched by my mom’s death, I’ve realized that it’s OK to admit I need help. So many wonderful friends and readers in my life stepped up to ask if there’s anything they could do and I finally said a very loud YES!
It then dawned on me that I rarely admit I am vulnerable. And, perhaps, I’m not the only one.
4 Surprising Insights Into Asking for Help
- Raising your hand for help is not a sign of weakness, but a sign of strength
- Receiving the gift of friendship made our relationships stronger, not weaker
- Dealing with the pain on my own took me down a path of depression whereas sharing memories with my sister and brother brought joy
- In this world of independence, self-sufficiency appears to be the pinnacle of success, yet working with others is a gift
For everyone who came forward, I say thank you! I welcome thoughts in the comments below.
Liz, I am so sorry for your loss. Your mother was the talk you gave for SCORE a few months back and it was obvious you were very close.
Oh, thanks Andrea for your thoughts. My mom LOVED coming to my events – she was a very proud mama.
So very sorry for your loss. I’ve lost both my parents and a husband. The day after my husband’s funeral I called and scheduled an appointment with a therapist because I knew I could not handle it by myself. Over the course of the next 2 years I saw 3 different therapists. It was not something I wanted to burden any of my friends with nor had any of them experienced that type of loss. I applaud you for the strength to seek help.
Unfortunately, I now feel that horrible pain. I never knew what to say before when someone died and now I realize it’s OK to just let them talk and share. AND, yes, sometimes a professional is the right way to go.