There’s no shame in asking for help– that’s my message to the world.

It’s 1  : 19  PM on day 1430 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to brush my teeth, pray, read Psalm 118, feed myself bran flakes with banana for breakfast and go to the doctor – there’s nothing seriously wrong with me (thank you God) I just have an infection.

This morning I finally bit the bullet and asked my mom and another family member to take me to the doctor which is something I’d been putting off for almost a week because I didn’t want to inconvenience anyone while my dad was out of the country attending my grandma’s funeral but now that I’ve asked for help without causing myself too much embarrassment I realize there’s no shame in asking for help. Are you ashamed to ask for help?