I’m someone who loves to help other people. In fact, it’s what motivated me to become an arts administrator and what is motivating me to potentially become a lawyer; the idea of helping other people, especially artists in need of business and legal help, is incredibly enticing and fulfills me.
But with that, I’m someone who is absolutely terrible at asking for help myself. It’s been this way ever since I was that kid in elementary school who was too afraid to ask my teacher a question. It’s not that I wasn’t curious. I just didn’t want to be wrong. I’ve associated being wrong to embarrassment. I’m supposed to always be prepared. I’m expected to act maturely. I’m expected to be perfect.
I won’t go into details, but I took a major step today that will hopefully lead to me getting the help I need and have long needed. There’s more that can be done to end the stigmas associated with mental illness. I think adding my own voice to the conversation is a good start. I’m grateful I’ve taken that first step, that I have the ability to do so in the first place, and for one of the biggest blessings in disguise I could have ever experienced.
“We don’t have to do all of it alone. We were never meant to“- Brené Brown