Some of us are so fiercely independent it can be not just our greatest strength but our greatest weakness too. I see it often with my coaching clients. Smart, strong men and women who are life's givers, helpers and doers. They never ask for help but give their assistance generously and often. A beautiful woman called Callie springs to mind. She had had a serious, properly serious, health issue. And instead of telling her loved ones and her work so she could get some much needed support she told no one. She went off to all the scary specialists appointments solo. She shared nothing of the invasive monitoring and medication. She held the frightening "we don't know what it is" testing period all on her own. She was genuinely in fear for her life and burst into tears the minute she reached the safety of my coaching room. Yet she had shared with no one else, and was staunchly reticent not to ask for help. She didn't want to be a bother or a burden, a worry or a passenger. So she was keeping this life-threatening worry all to herself. All day and all night.
We talk a lot here about self-responsibility. About the power of our own choice and owning our emotional reality. Self-efficacy is king. People who don't own their stuff, fully and consciously, do not have happy lives. Fact. Self-responsibility is the cornerstone of a life well-lived.
But, sometimes, asking for help is not a sign of weakness. Doing it habitually as a crutch to avoid taking responsibility for yourself is. Speaking up at times of crisis and asking to share the load, that is what friends and family are for. And no one will think any the worse of you for it. In fact if you are one of life's survivors, it's likely you ask for help so rarely that people will be delighted to lend a hand in your time of need. After we talked Callie did just this, she met her boss, boyfriend and sister and put them fully in the loop. She now has the support she needs, as well as being unquestionably safer, given there would be a more timely reaction from those around her should she undergo a second attack. It would actually have been selfish of her not to share this health crisis, to deny the people who love and care about her the opportunity to support her when she routinely does so much for them.
As we talked it all through, tissues in hand, I gave Callie this mantra. It's something that is dear to my heart and as a fiercely independent person myself is something I will whisper to myself too:
"Give when you can. Take when you must"
