It’s hard to ask for help. As a 51 year old man who proudly stands by his life choices, asking for help can shine a spotlight on your poor choices and ‘failures’, and reveal truths that you’re not prepared for. It’s embarrassing and can’t help but mentally drive you to dark places. Today I had to ask my parents for some help. I’ve been avoiding it for a long time because I wanted to show them... to show me.. that I could fix it myself. Maybe I can. But not today. Not this week. So I wrote them an email asking for help. My father’s response was unexpected. In one sentence he diffused my anxiety and with his humour he showed me that I had nothing to fear. And so I write this in these troubled times for many of my friends, to show you that as hard as it is to ask for help, the people on the other end of that email or phone call or message are not judging you, and are more willing than you probably realise. Thanks to @bigcarpo and his wife, my mother, for encouraging me always to be me and for being there for me when it doesn’t quite work out.