Last week I wrote about that most difficult four-letter word: help. I went on and on about false ideologies of perfection and a call to action to be brave and finally ask for help. Admitting that you can’t (and no one should) do it all alone. I loudly yelled that calling for help, is a level of vulnerability that only the most elite could have. I spoke for action to be brave, have courage, ask for help.

Ok, you’re ready, you did it, you finally said, “HELP,” what happens now?

I got you.

Help. Such a simple word to write, but oh such a difficult word to say out loud.

Somehow along the way, asking for help became a symbol for weakness. A symbol of defeat, like waving the surrender flag to show everyone that you can’t do it all, that you failed. Many would rather fall into a deep dark blackhole in the farthest galaxy than ever, ever ask for help.

What happened? In an age where we are competing with everyone’s highlight reels and fantastical images of ‘happily ever after’s’ on social media, where parenting is compared to false ideologies of Bluey and Cocomelon, where holidays need to be Pinterest and Instagram worthy, where filters are the new image of beauty, and where never, by means never, are you to show the truth and take off the mask we put on daily to tell others, we got this. But the truth is, we don’t get this, there’s no way to get this, it’s an impossible bar to reach, because simply it isn’t a real bar at all.