I'm leaving behind the version of me that was too...

I'm leaving behind the version of me that was too proud to ask for help. That suffered alone unnecessarily. I thought asking for help was weakness. Admission of failure. Proof I couldn't handle things. So I struggled. Alone. With things people could have easily helped with. Because pride was more important. But pride doesn't pay bills. Doesn't cure depression. Doesn't solve problems. It just isolates. I'm learning to ask now. To admit I don't have all the answers. To accept support. It's humbling. But it's human.