Asking for help

Asking for help.

It feels like giving away a part of my independence. Reaching out, and handing my ability to get along in life on my own. Staking claims to my independence change as my disability evolves. But movement and mobility have always and will always be the cornerstone of my identity. For the longest time, I have felt, and most of the time still feel that I uproot myself entirely when I ask or accept help.

An important aspect of me accepting help comes from accepting my own limitations. Only once I have accepted my cage as a template for my life, can I create beauty within, and out. Comprehending, accepting and implementing the idea is a lot easier said than done. Roots grow in all shapes in any direction around the enclosure. All you need to do is take the chance and let the water reach the receptors.

Accepting help doesn't mean you cant grow on your own, rather accept showers of help when they come. Resulting in growing a reserve for when you have to mature independently. Taking doesn't have to mean that you have nothing to give rather if you take, then you can give more to others. While it feels like a one-way road; it's more like a highway. Removing the roadblocks then lead to more travel in both directions.