I HATE asking for help.
I get uncomfortable. I start to sweat. I do everything I can to avoid it. I make excuses. I am overcome with fear. Sometimes I even cry about it. Seriously. I cry like a sobbing, red-faced, squealing baby.
I went for a walk today because I was so damn stressed out about having to ask for help, and as I walked I thought to myself, “You need to write about this, Katherine. Every day you tell your readers to ask for help, and you are practically incapable of doing it yourself.”
Somewhere along the line I convinced myself that asking for help is a bad thing. It doesn’t matter whether it’s with my nonprofit, or for postpartum depression, or mothering, or anything else … it scares me to death. What the hell is that about?!
I mentioned this on Twitter and was very grateful to hear from other women who feel the same way. I’m not the only one with this social phobia. [Read more...]















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