Asking for help has often felt like failure to me.

I’ve always been the helper.
The one people come to when things get hard.
The one who figures it out, carries the load, holds the vision.

But when I needed help..

Panic..
Armor up..
Frozen hypervigilance..

I was afraid of being seen as needy... weak.. incompetent.
Afraid it would somehow mean I wasn’t capable anymore.
That I’d lose the identity I’d built by being the strong one.

The higher I've climbed.. the more I'm realizing though..

This fear has kept me stuck.
Overwhelmed.
Performing support for everyone else while privately running on fumes.

So I’m doing something different now.

I joined a coaching program.
I’m reaching out to people who’ve been recommended.
I’m going to ask questions.
I’m going to let people in.

And you know what?

It feels lighter already.

I get to get help..
I get to help some else give help..
And the people I serve (my self and my family included) are going to receive second order help.

I'll lead with courage and everyone will win.
And that’s the version of me I want to be.

🚀

​-  James