I realized this year that I had so many issues wrapped up in asking for and/or accepting help. It's easier to give help than receive it. Giving makes me feel wonderful, while getting always made me feel guilty.
One of Maya Angelou's essays from her book Letters to My Daughter has always stuck with me. It was about graciously accepting gifts, explaining that it is actually a gift for the giver, as well as, the recipient. People genuinely want to help. They want the opportunity to be of service. Often times, however, they just don't know how.
I have learned in this cancer journey that by others giving unto me, was a gift to us both. I can hardly believe it took me 38 years for this epiphany when some of the most joyous moments in my life were when I was giving to someone else without expecting or wanting nothing in return.
What I mean to convey to you, dear reader, is that my fear of being vulnerable all these years isolated me. I am not alone and neither are you. Ask for help. Accept help. You will undoubtedly be surprised who shows up. Humanity can tenderly and abundantly bless you just as it has blessed me.
Go and be blessed!