It creeps up on us slowly,
A force like gravity
That pulls us down, inch by inch
Until we cannot breathe
And what will follow?
Help – let’s hope.
I had a meeting with my mentor at work today and we had an interesting conversation about asking for help. I feel like I’m a lot like him and so we probably react to situations similarly. And running ourselves into the ground without asking for help seemed to be something we have in common.
We spoke about my little wobbles over the past few weeks and how things are now on the up and what it is that has changed. The thing that has changed is that I’m getting more help – something I hadn’t asked for, at all.
We kind of had a little chuckle over how we both run ourselves into the ground and it’s only when we’re at the doctor’s needing to be signed off, or crying in the staff room, that we realise help is out there.
Apparently, it doesn’t need to be this hard. There are resources out there and people with advice and experience. Isn’t it funny that we can literally make ourselves miserable as sin, for absolutely no reason at all? That was quite the eye opener today.