Asking for help

I have lived in bondage. Shackled by the chains hoisted upon me…

by myself.

Smart. Successful. Funny. Interesting. Put together. Organized. Well liked.  The best.

These were just some of the labels I had attached to the chains.

I couldn’t keep up.

I was drowning.

I grew up thinking I had to be the one to help others. I couldn’t be the one to ask for help myself.

I finally realized I needed help. It was time to swallow my pride.  I prayed about it, and God sent me a few women to talk to. To join me on this journey. To share my heart with. To help guide me.

I’m learning so much, and I am so thankful for my new friends!

With each conversation, the chains are beginning to fall. One by one.

My eyes are being opened.

I’ve realized I can’t do everything on my own anymore…but it’s still hard.  I’ve got a long way to go.

I’m slowly learning to lean into community. To not coop things up inside all the time. To allow myself to be vulnerable.

There is so much strength in vulnerability.

Do you feel like you need someone to talk to?  I encourage you to take the plunge.  Pray about it and see where God leads you.

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