If a tree yells for help in the forest before falling...

Good evening mates!

I just made myself "everything but the kitchen sink dinner" which consists of a little butter, apples, onions, potatoes, corn, zucchini, polish sausage, Worcestershire sauce (say that ten times fast), and a pinch of brown sugar. Yeah. Not sure what I was thinking... state of my psyche currently.

Last night, I wrote this, "Ask, seek, knock. We're conditioned as a culture to be independent and strong. As women, especially, we fear being seen as needy. As men, we fear looking weak. As Christians (some of us) feel that to ask is to show we are not content... or God is not enough. And sometimes it's just too much effort to ask for help. But if you feel like there is no other way out, if you feel stuck, hopeless, overwhelmed, or like the pain can only be remedied with more pain... then you need to get that help. You need to call that friend who will always answer their phone. You need to call that hotline. You need to schedule an appointment with a counselor. You need to take the meds even if you hate them. Don't be ashamed. Don't be afraid. You are strong. Prove it by making the first move."

Today as I sat down to my insane dinner, I thought "If a tree yells for help in the forest before falling... maybe someone will actually hear it make a sound and come to its aid". (This is probably a direct result of the food I was eating) Ahem, Rabbit trails.

Photo credit: Me

The point is... asking for help is something that's so hard to do. I don't know why, but it is. I'm working up to it myself. I got home today and felt horribly lonely. In times like these, sometimes we feel like everything would be better if someone happened to call or text us and say how much they love us. It seems awkward instead to do the initiation yourself. And no... you probably aren't going to call someone up and ask them to tell you how much they love you... hahaha. But initiating any conversation at all when you're lonely is a lot better than sitting beside a phone pitying yourself for endless hours because no one has thought to say hello. I can guarantee, people almost never call when you want them to (they call when you're in the shower or at work... or making insane dinners). If you don't ask for help, or make the first moves... you're going to end up falling over like that tree in the forest without anyone knowing. And that would be tragic. I know. Because you're worth it.

So be brave. Ask for help. It's a good thing. I practice it regularly.

Busy Lizzie in a Cooking Tizzy... oh dear :)

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