Asking for Help

Sometimes strength looks like asking for help.

𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝟺:𝟼

When I received a promotion at work, it meant transferring to a bigger store as director. I was excited about the opportunity and felt proud that my hard work had paid off. But the new role also came with more responsibility and more people to lead. I wanted to reach out to other directors, pick their brains, and get advice on handling the added pressure, but I didn’t know how. I kept thinking, I should know this, I am the director now. Truth was, I was embarrassed to ask, even though they had more experience than me. I waited and hoped someone would offer first. If I asked, it felt like I was advertising that I didn’t know how to do my job. Pride held me back and slowed my learning. Looking back, that came from low self-esteem. If I valued myself more, I probably would have asked for help sooner. I thank God I at least told my sponsor, and he had enough wisdom to tell me to ask for help.

The principles of recovery, including the ones you learn by watching others, helped me see that pride was the real issue. This principle goes back to the beginning for me: my first quiet cry for help. Walking into that first meeting was how it started. I would not have described it that way at the time, but deep down I knew I needed something different or I would not have gone at all. Everything in recovery starts with being willing to admit I need help. The people in my groups were patient. They saw me struggling and kept being around, waiting for me to reach out, hoping I would. Recovery is not for those who need it, it is for those who want it. You have to want it enough to take the first humble step toward another person and say, “Can you help me?”

Trusting my sponsor’s counsel, I finally called another director and asked for assistance. She did not look down on me or think less of me. She welcomed the call and shared insights that saved me hours of frustration and moved me much farther along. It even started a friendship that lasted for years. Today I try to remember that relying on myself alone is what got me stuck. When I reach out for help, I usually get it. God often uses other people to teach, guide, and remind me that I am not alone. The same way people in recovery waited patiently for me to reach out, He waits too, always ready and present when I ask.

Prayer

God, thank You for the people You send to help me. Give me the humility to ask, the courage to learn, and the grace to keep growing. Amen