Asking for help is easy. Getting it may not be.
I don’t mean getting someone to review your post or help you carry a heavy box up the stairs. Those are easy things, no big deal. You’ll happily do such things for anyone, even a stranger … and they for you.
What about when you can’t manage the basic stuff of life on your own anymore? When a bag of groceries is too heavy? When a flight of stairs looms Everest?
Ask you family for help? They’re busy. Maybe they can find a little time around Thanksgiving. Or New Year’s.
“But I need help today!” The silence is deafening.
Growing older has plenty of good, solid reasons for fear. Real issues of being left to the care of unfriendly strangers, unable to manage day-to-day tasks are more than a little scary. There’s nothing psychological about them.
Everyone would rather not need help. Universally, people prefer self-sufficiency. When that’s no longer an option, the world has a frozen, dark look. It’s not your world any more.
There are boulders in the middle of your life. Immovable. Huge, heavy, solid. Waiting.