Why is it so hard to ask for help? To admit to someone that we aren't doing such a good job at that point? To open ourselves up to someone, let them see our inner demons. Is it that we're too scared to allow someone to see that much of us, to see what we feel when we're alone and breaking down.
Or is it that we don't believe they'll stay around to help us. That once they see the true selves we keep buried down, they won't want to help. They'll leave to go find someone with a different true self, or someone who has a better handle on their problems.
Why is it too hard? What are we scared of? And will the fear ever go away?
When we find the infamous 'one', will the fear go away? When we find someone that has seen our true selves, the person we become at 3:00am when the world has chewed us up and spit us out, will we be fearless? Will we allow them to help us?
Or will we be stuck in an endless loop of fear; destined to be too scared to every truly open up, truly let the person in and hope they don't leave us.
What would happen, if we were brave enough to ask? 10 seconds of courage can take us so far.
This is desperately true; hauntingly beautiful.
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