I know you are wondering what only took me an hour? The answer is making my bed. By the time I had completed my task, not only did it take way too long, I was totally worn out. Had no energy left, soaking wet from sweat. I guess my real point here, is that I should of asked for help. Sometimes I get so frustrated, because I can't do the things I use to do. I know that I should ask for help, it is hard for me to do that. I have always been the one to help, not the one needing help.
I haven't even ventured out to a basketball game this year. I find myself, avoiding activities that I may need some help to do. I tell myself that I don't want to be a burden to my family or friends, so I stay home. Then there is me being paranoid, thinking my friends have distanced themselves from me, because I can't do what I use to do.
What I need to do is get off the pity pot, and suck it up, Also, there is no shame in asking for help, now if I can just take my own advice.
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