Pride. It’s that knot in my stomach when I’m frustrated and exhausted but refuse to ask for help. I feel a lump in my throat and my head feels like it’s on the verge of exploding. I try to do everything on my own, I’ve never really had any other option, until now. I’ve learned that being prideful might be the worst thing I could be. It destroys me.
I’ve decided to put my pride aside and be vulnerable, be human. Ask for help when I need it, help those in need and thank people when they deserve it. Being vulnerable and trustworthy may be the cure to my prideful ways. Vulnerability and trust are hard for me to offer wholeheartedly, it makes me feel weak but it’s worth giving a shot. That way, if I fall, I’ll have people here to help pick me up.