I am sometimes my worst enemy. When I war with myself and get sucked in by a swirl of anxiety and worry it is then I need someone to watch over me.
There’s no weakness in seeking assistance by allowing others to pick up where you stop. Those who help are part of my chain of existence. They add a link to my life, they don’t cut it short or take away from my place in the world. No, they add to it, they keep me going. They help so I can continue to be part of the Great Link. How can there be weakness in that?