I never ask for help.

It’s just the way I’m wired.

It makes me feel weak and useless.

But, I arrived at the point where I can no longer do it on my own.

I looked at my future in doom.

I looked at the people and saw them shunning me.

I don’t know what happened, but I reached my hand out and asked for help.

I thought nobody would be there.

I thought I would be alone.

But, I was wrong. They were there all this time.

They took my hand not in disdain and pity. They did not see me as weak and useless.

They took my hand and helped me get back on my feet.

That’s when I learned that asking for help is not a sign of weakness, not an identifier for weakness, but for support and strength.

I learned to be vulnerable and admit faults. I learned to accept that no situation is permanent. I learned everything and anything can be changed.