Here I sit, a hot mess. On the outside I might look like I have my stuff together, but I don’t. Heck, maybe I don’t even look like I have my stuff together, but I’m trying. I’m trying to smile and pretend to be ok, but it’s hard. You see, last week my 7 month-old son had his 3rd severe allergic reaction. When I say severe, I mean scary, ambulance ride to the E.R. type of severe. This is the 3rd time I have watched my infant son become lethargic, pale and vomit so much his little body went limp. There are no words to accurately describe the horror of this situation.
After our latest scare, my husband said it best, “That day we started surviving each day rather than living it.” I went into survival mode. I was nervous, anxious and falling apart inside. On the outside, I was trying my best to hold it together for our two older children. In my head I was hiding it well, but apparently to everyone around me, I wasn’t hiding anything. I was a mess and it showed.
So, here’s the reality of scary situations: You may not be asking for help, but that doesn’t mean you don’t need it.
This is me, NOT asking for help, but needing it.
This is me, sitting here crying, not wanting to be alone but too prideful to ask for someone to come sit with me. You wouldn’t even need to say anything, just being here would be enough.
This is me, trying to help myself but realistic enough to know it’s not working. I need someone to help pull me through this. I’ve realized I can’t do it on my own. But again, I haven’t called one person to ask for help.
This is me, needing help with our other two children but not asking because I desperately want the time with them. This latest scare has taken my time and energy. They deserve my time and energy too, I just don’t have any to give at the moment. I’d love someone to come over and provide them some fun and laughs. They deserve to have fun, even if I can’t.
This is me, sitting here nervous that another reaction will happen. Scanning over my son’s body for any sign of rash or distress. I’m not asking for someone to come and look at him to calm my nerves, but I’m wishing someone would show up. I’ve learned being alone can be scary. I’ve learned that responsibility can be debilitating.
You see, I’m not asking for help out loud, but inside I’m screaming for it.
How many people in your life are doing the same? Are you sitting next to someone that is screaming for help, but you can’t see it or aren’t present enough to notice? Look around, someone you love might be needing help but too prideful to ask for it.
Show up, even if they aren’t asking. I promise they’ll thank you later. You’ll be the pleasant surprise that pulls them from crippling stress and anxiety.
For those of you faced with a stressful time, let people help. Let them support you. Trust me, you need it and you’ll be grateful you did. In moments of stress and trauma, people show up for you in the most beautiful ways, you just have to let them.
Most importantly, don’t be afraid to ask for help. Be vulnerable enough to know what you need and ask for it. I’ve learned that asking for help is a strength, not a weakness. Be bold, be brave, and tell someone exactly what you need. Once they know, they’ll show up.
**This post is dedicated to all of the people who have shown up to help me the past few months. Every time I have opened the door to an unexpected visitor my anxiety lessened and I was able to breathe easier. Thank you for showing up, even when I didn’t ask. I needed you and you knew it. You are a blessing and you’re so very much appreciated. Most importantly, thank you to my one-of-a-kind husband. Thank you for loving me so beautifully. Thank you for being the rock for our family and my biggest saving grace.
A wife, mother and educator who has Indiana roots and a passionate spirit. Chelsea is a sappy romantic, coffee junkie, book collector, and person who wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s sarcastic, full of jokes, full of tears, and enjoys writing most when life gets messy or complicated. In 2017, Chelsea's mother passed away. Through her grief journey, she decided to take her mother’s advice and share her writing with the world. One day she gained the courage to honor her mother's wishes and write. It turned out to be one of the best decisions she's ever made.
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