Have you ever seen someone who needs help but hasn't asked for it yet?

Yeah, that's me.

Maybe you can relate.

I'm okay with asking for the small things.

You know, little favors here and there.

Like last night, I was at a wine shop in Denver, and an employee asked me if I needed help with anything. I then proceeded to ask him

what red pairs well with my dog died last week and I think I made him a little uncomfortable.

Anyway, you wouldn't know this, but I've actually spent hours editing out shooter sounds from audio

and I can't even begin to tell you how many times I've

made her wait outside the van for recording purposes. She was my best friend for 11 years and

we've been on the road for the last three. Trying to navigate this world on top of loss is

kind of hard when you feel split open. But having and

losing her also helps shape the way I see the world. Things hurt more. Van Life definitely got a lot

more boring and a little bit more lonely. But life is also more beautiful and tender than ever before. I guess it's just different.

Anyway, I'm here with my dear friend Andrea in Colorado, and that night she offered to drive us to the

ER. Initially, I'd said no, because I hate doing the thing where you're an inconvenience to somebody

else, but sometimes asking for help also means

that you're helping yourself. My point here is that asking for help should be pretty simple,

but it's often not because of fear and shame. That fear of overstepping a friendship,

fear of rejection, fear of being too needy or imposing.

We see people being celebrated for what they've accomplished all on their own and not necessarily the times that they needed help with something.

But I think most of all, it's the fear of showing people that we struggle.

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