Help 1

I’m not ashamed to ask for help anymore. I used to be, I used to think that I was supposed to be an island and any admittance of anything less made me weak, I used to loathe the idea that I couldn’t do it alone and drive myself into the ground trying. I used to be afraid to talk and air my pain and my joys, because there was no room in the world for my voice. I used to be afraid of being needy.

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