I want to talk about support. Support in every sense of the word. What does it mean to truly support someone? I had this thought earlier of all of the people in my life that I CHOOSE to support. I say that because I make an active choice to show support, I know with social media and even this blog I could be supporting people and I’m not even aware of it, which is actually pretty rad when you think about it!

Sometimes supporting someone looks like texting them to see if they need anything. When the weather is bad or I know my parents aren’t feeling well, I will ask if they need anything from the grocery store, that’s a form of support. Sometimes it looks like reposting a friend’s post who is on a new venture and they are trying to get themselves seen. Sometimes it’s buying a product to support a friend’s business they are building from the ground up. Sometimes it’s reposting someone’s post who is going through something monumental and you are proud. Sometimes it looks like giving someone space who needs it because that is how they process things.
Sometimes support is your mom agreeing to letting your kid sleepover so you can get a break. Or better yet, coming over in the middle of the night to help you soothe an infant with tummy issues and not knowing up from down due to new mom hysteria and exhaustion. Or it can be someone lending you money to go through some of the hardest life experiences you could ever imagine and not having it yourself to do so. Sometimes support looks like facetiming your best friend just so you can cry and sit together and not be alone with your thoughts or feelings.

What does support look like for you? Are you able to ask for it or does that feel like weakness? I can tell you, for me, my entire life I have disliked and been uncomfortable asking for help. I was way to prideful and stubborn to ask for help no matter how much I was buried or drowning. In my mind, asking someone for help meant I wasn’t independent (this is a cognitive error if I’ve ever seen one!). Independence is something I feel confident about and feel proud of, I was raised to not ever need anyone, if I’m being honest it was almost to a detriment. Because I prided myself so much on being able to handle shit on my own, I learned to be a martyr and to internalize shit because talking about it just felt gross. Until I realized I NEEDED support, I needed to have people I trusted who I could ask to do things for me, and to also accept the help and support without guilt or judgement or expectation. Please know that support is out there, you just have to be willing to look and or ask for it! And know that asking for help is one of the strongest things a person can ever do. Don’t forget, YOU FUCKING GOT THIS!
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