Originally posted on After Twenty Years:
I wrote recently about some of the practical lessons that I found myself having to learn rather quickly in dealing with two separate diagnoses of early stage breast cancer. One of those practical life lessons was what a difference it can make when you’re not afraid to reach out for the help and support that you need.
Maybe it’s our culture, maybe it’s an innate tendency for some of us, or maybe it’s a bit of both, but I think we’re often more inclined to try to “work things out” on our own instead of asking for help. I know this is my natural inclination. But sometimes this can be a much harder way to go.
Along with this, and perhaps reinforcing this perspective, is a tendency to think that we’re alone in what we’re experiencing even though the reality is often quite the opposite. I remember the strange, scary…
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