Asking for help is something that I’m not particularly good at. I would much rather struggle in silence and pretend that everything is okay rather than reaching out.
To me, (and I would like to make this crystal clear, this ONLY applies to myself) I think that asking for help makes me weak. This is a lie. I think that asking for help makes me look vulnerable, irritating and damn right strange. Again, these are all lies.
Now, over the years I have sent hundreds of e-mails to people making sure they are okay and offering an ear anytime they want to talk. Each and every time I tell people, reach out and ask for help. It doesn’t make you weak. Asking for help does not mean that you are strange, crazy or attention seeking. It shows that you value yourself. It shows courage and strength.
The past few days have been particularly stressful for me. I took a week off work to go to London. I will get around to writing about that very soon. Returning back to work has been very stressful for me. I’m easily irritated and this can often cause me problems at work. (I’m working on it)
Yesterday, I reached out for help. I called the team that are in charge of the community teams. Its the same group of people that work alongside my psychiatrist. I received a vague answer off them. After my home visits stopped, I got transferred over to a mental health community team, I called them. I had to leave a voicemail as there was no answer.
So, I turned to Twitter.
The response was overwhelming. I’m so grateful for the people that follow my blog or follow me on Twitter. You guys have no idea how grateful I am. ❤
It’s NOT okay to suffer in silence.
DON’T let anyone tell you that you could have it worse.
Your feelings ARE valid.
Your triggers are NOT pathetic.
It’s okay to cry.
It’s okay to ask for help.
You ARE worth it.
Life IS worth living.
Please please please don’t be afraid to ask for help. As always, my inbox is always for those of you who want to chat. Head over to the contact section of this blog and shoot me an e-mail. ❤