There’s a widespread stigma attached to people who need help.
For some odd reason, not having all the answers is considered to be the equivalent of being “messed up.”
This assumption is not only false, but it also makes the mistake of implying that something is actually wrong or abnormal about being “messed up.”
While I firmly believe that we are all perfect expressions of Infinite Beauty, it is also true that everyone of us has suffered from a modicum of miseducation about what we’re truly worth and capable of.
Very few of us, if any at all, are as aware of our own splendor as we should be. Needing someone to remind you of such innate splendor is not an evil which needs to be avoided.
I have benefitted greatly from counseling, mentorship, and therapy in my own life.
I owe much of my strength to people who, with wisdom and gentleness, pointed me back to that wellspring of power and peace within my own heart.
If you have recurring themes of hardship or depression in your life, I encourage you to reach out to someone who may be able to help. There’s nothing to be ashamed or afraid of.
That’s my two cents from the bottom of my heart.