To be Brave.

"What is the bravest thing you've ever said?" asked the boy.
"Help" said the horse.

Oh, if only we hadn't been told that asking for help makes us weak. If only we hadn't been taught that asking for help is simultaneously asking for attention or seeking pity. It also doesn't mean that you have given up. There are so many things that we were never meant to battle through on our own and one of those things is grief.

I don't know about you, but I have found that asking for help isn't actually the easier option. The easiest yet most painful option is to stay silent and to try and work through your feelings of emptiness, loss and sorrow on your own. Why is it the easiest? Because when you are working through these feelings and emotions on your own, there is no one to stay accountable to.

So many people asked me how I was doing on a daily basis and I had become so rehearsed to say 'I'm okay, thank you' when really I was anything but okay, but one day something changed. One day, I opened up. One day, I said 'I'm not okay' and one day, things started to unravel. When we hear the word unravel we automatically turn to it's negative connotations of things becoming undone and losing control, though to unravel means to undo twists and
knots. I realised that there had become so many areas of my grief that had become knots such as: my rehearsed phrases, my silent tears, my panic attacks on the bathroom floor. I needed to unravel them but I needed help, so I asked for it.

So, let me leave you with this... being vulnerable is hard, but it will set you free. Being brave is not about putting on a happy face. Being brave is facing the tough stuff, feeling it and letting the waves hit you. Being brave, is being vulnerable.

Ask for help today.

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