💚 Embracing Vulnerability: Overcoming the Difficulty of Asking for Help

It’s been a month since my surgery, and recovery has been slow—slower than I expected, slower than I hoped. This has been the hardest one yet. Harder even than my knee surgery, which I thought had taught me about limits. But this time, I can’t bear weight. Not just physically, but emotionally too.

There’s something humbling about not being able to do the most basic things for yourself. Standing, walking, getting from one room to another—it all requires effort, planning, and, most of all, help. And that’s where the real challenge has come in: asking.

Asking for help has never been easy for me. I don’t like feeling dependent, don’t like the weight of “inconveniencing” others. But recovery has left me no choice. And I’ve realized how deeply vulnerable that makes me feel. There’s no hiding in strength when you can’t carry your own body. No pretending everything’s fine when it clearly isn’t.

Some people have shown up, and their kindness has been everything. Others—people I thought I could count on—have been silent. And that hurts. Not just because I needed them, but because asking meant opening a part of myself I usually keep protected. When that openness is met with absence, it stings.

But I’m learning something through this. That vulnerability is not weakness. It’s not something to be ashamed of. In fact, it might be the bravest thing I’ve done lately—letting people see me like this. Letting them know I need.

And even with the disappointments, there have been moments of deep connection. A friend dropping off food. Someone offering to drive me to an appointment. A simple check-in text that arrived just when I was feeling most alone. Those moments carry weight too—good weight, the kind that reminds me I’m not doing this entirely on my own.

This experience has reminded me that there is no joy, no healing, without risk. Every time I ask for help, I’m choosing connection over isolation. Every time I let someone in, I’m choosing hope over fear.

I’m still healing. The days are uneven—some hopeful, some frustrating. But I’m trying to be gentler with myself. To honor the slowness. To accept that this, too, is part of the process.

And most of all, to remember: asking for help isn’t giving up—it’s giving in to the truth that none of us are meant to do this alone.

If you struggle to ask for help, we can help. Pacific MFT Network has several therapists that work with fear of vulnerability. You can find your best fit by visiting our Team page, https://www.pacificmft.com/therapist-info/meet-our-team

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