I'm not given to asking for help.
I don't like it, not because I think it weakens me, but because I just hate dealing with people and would rather look shit up myself/do it myself/not bother someone.
Last night I finally gave in and asked for help.
I'd like to say that it eased my mind, but it didn't.
I tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep.
I know what I need to do. And I started on the path to doing it. But it scares me silly.
On the other side, I also reached out a little, admitting that I've been losing touch with someone, which felt good. That wasn't what kept me awake ;)
I'm not good at going outside my comfort zone, which I know seems odd, considering.
In other news, I want a KitchenAid mixer...