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What trauma has made you so afraid to ask for help just because you feel it would inconvenience others?

I was scrolling through Instagram today after a very tiring day, just trying to rest my brain, and that was how I stumbled on a post by Eric Gugua about asking for extensions. And honestly, it felt like a direct attack.

He shared a story about a friend who was scared to ask for an extension because she did not want to inconvenience the other person. After a lot of internal struggle, she finally asked, and guess what, it was granted without stress.

Imagine that. She could have kept quiet and inconvenienced herself over something that simple asking could have solved. And omor, that is exactly me. I am very shy when it comes to asking. I would rather suffer quietly than ask for help. It is strange, but I always feel like I have to exhaust every single option first before I open my mouth.

But the Bible says, “Ask and it shall be given to you.” If you are not asking, what exactly are you expecting to receive?

Dearest reader, if you are anything like me, what is the one thing that makes asking difficult for you? What trauma is sitting there quietly? Maybe it is past disappointments, or the fear of hearing a no. Whatever it is, I am challenging you and myself in extension today, please do not be like me. Biko, open your mouth and ask.

What is the worst that can happen? You get rejected, and so? Will a no kill you? Will you die if things do not go as planned?

I am pretty sure you will be fine though.


@favvy_Okwansđź–¤.

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