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I have always loved writing. When I was younger I would pen long letters to friends from whom I had become parted due to my father's job which took us to different cities in India every few years.
More recently letters have been replaced with emails or Facebook posts or messages. I find Twitter harder because I have more to say in a grammatically correct way than its character count allows.
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“From what I've seen, it isn't so much the act of asking that paralyzes us--it's what lies beneath: the fear of being vulnerable, the fear of rejection, the fear of looking needy or weak. The fear of being seen as a burdensome member of the community instead of a productive one.
It points, fundamentally, to our separation from one another.”
― The Art of Asking; or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Let People Help
It points, fundamentally, to our separation from one another.”
― The Art of Asking; or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Let People Help
“Ari?” My father’s voice was soft. “Ari, Ari, Ari. You’re fighting this war in the worst possible way.”
“I don’t know how to fight it, Dad.”
“You should ask for help,” he said.
“I don’t know how to do that, either.”
― Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
“I don’t know how to fight it, Dad.”
“You should ask for help,” he said.
“I don’t know how to do that, either.”
― Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
“When we ask for anything, we're almost always asking for help, in some form; help with money, permission, acceptance, advancement, help with our hearts...
Brene Brown has found through her research that women tend to feel shame around the idea of being 'never enough'... at home, at work, in bed, never pretty enough, never smart enough, never thin enough, never good enough...
Men tend to feel shame around the fear of being perceived as weak, or more academically, 'fear of being called a pussy'.
Both sexes get trapped in the same box for different reasons.
If I ask for help...
I am not enough.
If I ask for help...
I'm weak.
It's no wonder so many of us don't bother to ask, it's too painful.”
― The Art of Asking; or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Let People Help
Brene Brown has found through her research that women tend to feel shame around the idea of being 'never enough'... at home, at work, in bed, never pretty enough, never smart enough, never thin enough, never good enough...
Men tend to feel shame around the fear of being perceived as weak, or more academically, 'fear of being called a pussy'.
Both sexes get trapped in the same box for different reasons.
If I ask for help...
I am not enough.
If I ask for help...
I'm weak.
It's no wonder so many of us don't bother to ask, it's too painful.”
― The Art of Asking; or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Let People Help
“I was so happy when I found out the wounds you’d inflicted weren’t serious, that you had stopped.”
“Yes, I stopped. Barry, all of you, see what I did as this suicide attempt. But I didn’t want to die. I only wanted my mom to hear me. To come find me. To see that I was sad. To help me, I guess. I just didn’t have it in me to tell her what I needed. And fine, I get now that she couldn’t read my mind.”
He wiped his eyes again.
“But I didn’t get it then. I’m so mad at myself. What was wrong with me that I couldn’t just tell her? That I didn’t have the capacity to ask her for anything.”
― Unmaking Hunter Kennedy
“Yes, I stopped. Barry, all of you, see what I did as this suicide attempt. But I didn’t want to die. I only wanted my mom to hear me. To come find me. To see that I was sad. To help me, I guess. I just didn’t have it in me to tell her what I needed. And fine, I get now that she couldn’t read my mind.”
He wiped his eyes again.
“But I didn’t get it then. I’m so mad at myself. What was wrong with me that I couldn’t just tell her? That I didn’t have the capacity to ask her for anything.”
― Unmaking Hunter Kennedy
“I've never been good with asking for help; it seems risky, but at some point when things are really dicey, your stubbornness gives way to a certain form of humility that, after you get over yourself, feels liberating. I started to believe that the universe was conspiring to help me finish my house, sending people along at the right moment.”
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