At some point in my life I internalized the message that I should be self-sufficient and that I shouldn’t ask for help. I can’t tell you when it happened, but I can assure you that it did. I hate asking for help. Like, *really* hate it.
But the thing is, there are people in my life who want to help me and want to see me succeed. I just forget that (a lot).
For instance, an offhand comment I made on the phone last night caused my brother to send me a bunch of job search resources. He even told me about jobs I didn’t know existed. (I’d share, but I haven’t really looked at the stuff yet because it’s the weekend, dammit.) It had never occurred to me that my brother, who works in pharmaceutical marketing, would have any leads for information science jobs. (And even if I’d known, I don’t know that I would have asked him for help. He’s my younger brother and I’m supposed to be the smart one. I realize that’s a bunch of bullshit, but whatever. Ain’t sibling rivalry grand?)
It’s good to be reminded that I’m not alone. I can’t promise that I’ll act on this realization since my brain is a morass of super fun issues, but just having the realization is a start.