No one is perfect, some people are better at seeming that way than others, but no one is perfect. We all have flaws. Something life has taught me is that most of us struggling with admitting we need help. Living with lupus has taught me that I need help sometimes. The kind of help that can open things when my hands are too stiff to turn lids, lift tops, or whatever else is required.
Sometimes I need the kind of help that knows I’m going to crash hard into an active flare long before I know it. This kind of help steps in and does what it can to lessen the flare effects.
You’d think that with the amount of help I need, that I would be able to figure out how to ask for it and be gracious in accepting it. Either I am a slow learner or very stubborn because I have yet to be generous in accepting the help when I need it. Please don’t misunderstand; I am genuinely grateful for the help. I am slowly, ever so slowly, admitting when I am in dire need of help.
I know I’m not alone with this, and I know other friends who also have chronic conditions who struggle with the very things I do. Please don’t mistake our struggles with our lack of gratitude; it’s just that it gets tiresome needing help because your body is fighting you.