Asking for Help Is Not a Weakness

If you'd asked me in my 20s — or even my early 30s — whether I needed a coach or a counsellor, I would have rolled my eyes and thought, What a complete waste of time.

I would have skipped the "soft skills" training sessions, convinced that my time was better spent on "real" work. And if I'd been forced to attend, I would probably have spent the entire session secretly working on my Blackberry.

Then the wheels came off.

After ten years of dogged dedication — early mornings, late nights, weekends at work, and burning the candle at both ends — I realised that the dream life I had imagined looked nothing like the life I was actually living.

And when that moment came, I had nothing to fall back on.

No skills to navigate what I was feeling.
No self-awareness.
No emotional resourcefulness.
No understanding of the areas of life that actually mattered.

It was my mum who finally sat me down. Not for the first time, I might add — but for the first time I actually listened.

She said:

"You need to speak to someone. You're not okay, and you can't figure this out or push through it on your own."

That was the moment things began to change.

I realised that those "soft skills" I had dismissed were, in fact, more valuable than almost anything technical I had ever learned.

The technical stuff was easy.

The self-reflection.
The self-compassion.
The self-awareness.
The self-confidence.
The self-identity work.

That was the hard part.

Asking for help was one of the best decisions I have ever made.

Doing the work, understanding my patterns, learning new life skills, and intentionally designing the life I actually wanted have brought me to where I am today.

Asking for help is not a weakness.

It is an act of courage.

It is an investment in yourself.

And sometimes, it is the very thing that changes everything.

From a beautiful person who finally asked for help. 😊