“Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall.” Proverbs 16:18
Hello… My name is Stephenie and I have more pride than is good for me. I am pridefully self destructive. I am completely incapable of asking for help until I have a legitimate crisis on my hands. You shouldn’t wait that long. It doesn’t do anyone any good. And all you end up doing is digging yourself a deeper and deeper hole that you’re not able to get out of. So what has come of my pride tonight. A freak out. A tearful conversation with my mother and other family members. Shame. Not shame for having to ask for help. Shame for waiting so long to ask for help.
This is probably one of the main issues I should talk to my counselor about. I have broached the subject a little before with him, but not as much as I probably should have. Why am I completely incapable of asking for/accepting help from people. Is it genetic? I don’t really remember ever seeing my parents ask for help. Honestly, they usually seemed to have it pretty together while I was young. It wasn’t until I was older, did I realize some of the things going on. I need to learn to be better about asking for help so that I can teach Aubree that it’s okay to sometimes have to ask others for support.
I really do see why they say Pride is one of the seven deadly sins today. It might actually be the death of me at some point…