I have Pride issues. I'm not afraid to admit it. Sometimes my issues of pride get in the way of me actually accomplishing what I need to do. There has been numerous occasions where I went without, simply because I was too prideful to ask for help. I assumed (and kinda still do) that to ask for help is a sign of weakness. In my mind, I should be able to handle anything thrown at me. My mother was on drugs, my dad was a womanizer, I practically had to raise myself...what's the big deal if I need help paying a bill or need a ride somewhere? I mean, that's small stuff compared to some of the things I've overcome.
I guess I need to grow up...
Anyways, today I asked for help. I almost started to cry when doing so, but I maintained all composure. I had been hitting a wall on a problem for the past year, and things started to get out of control. I was loosing too much! I asked for help. I thought I would be belittled or ridiculed for needing help, but I wasn't. I need to do that more often.
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