Seems I’m not the only one who has trouble asking for help, and even worse, I’m not the only one with IBugEveryone-itis. It might be closely related to NobodyLikesMe-itis, but that’s a story for another day.
Makes me sad. But also relieved. Humans are horrible that way, aren’t we? I hate to think of anyone else feeling the way I do, but at the same time I’m glad I’m not the only freak out there. Maybe if you’re all agreeing, I shouldn’t be calling myself a freak, though. Because that might be insulting to you.
Not that I’m saying you’re freaks, too. Really, I’m not.
I wish I had great advice for you, but I think my friend Joanna on my personal Facebook page said it best:
“Someone explained to me that when we ask for help it gives people the opportunity to feel needed, productive, important, and be blessed.”
Well that certainly rings a bell. When someone asks me for help, I love to jump in and I especially love to feel needed. Thanks, Joanna, for that excellent nugget of wisdom. And thanks, too for the last sentence in your comment…
“Even remembering that it is still hard for me to ask for help.”
Freaks of the world unite!
And I can’t end this post without the stellar advice from my mommy:
“Remember–Jesus–JESUS–could have gone it alone. But He elected not to.”
Can’t argue with that, can I?