I was very emotional this morning.

On the verge of tears without really knowing why.

I went on with my morning.

Pushing past the feeling.

But it settled in.

And it got stronger while I was working on my blog post about “help.”

My lesson learned was that asking, needing, accepting help was not good.

It was a sign of weakness.

It meant you couldn’t handle things on your own.

It meant you weren’t good enough, strong enough, smart enough to take care of it yourself.

It meant you were a burden.

It put you in debt.