Danielle LaPorte has done it again.
I read this message first thing at my desk this morning and cried. THIS was exactly what I needed. I needed to hear this, to read this. I probably need it tattooed to my forehead. I never want to ask for help. I never want to admit that I need help. But I do. Daily.
I think I might be getting over my fear of asking.
Ask for help.
Part of being in hell is that you feel like nobody’s ever been where you are before. And you don’t want to drag anyone down with you.
But you must ask for people to listen, to bring soup, to advise and to help how they can. This is how you love yourself – beyond a concept. It’s astoundingly practical.
And you know what you’re going to find?
That it’s an honor for people to help you. —Danielle LaPorte