It can be hard to admit when you need help. I have struggled for years with the idea of needing therapy. Doesn’t therapy mean you are broken? Isn’t it hard to know the difference between broken and bent? So how do you select the people you turn to for advice? While God has always been a wonderful source to find direction, it’s hard at times to feel like I’m actually receiving advice from Him. So having a physical person I can actually receive guidance from is absolutely critical to me. Maybe that means my faith isn’t strong enough?
I’m known, as are most women and even humans, for having a stubborn streak. Stubbornness can claim superiority over challenges, grief, and even assistance. stubborn is a synonym for pride in the dictionary of Heidi and pride often stands in the way of asking for guidance, support and help.
Things happened this past year that have given me a reason to seek therapy. To unload my struggles, to ask for help. To strive to be different than my past. I have gone to God many times asking for help or advice. and still I find having a physical person there in front of you, with knowledge of how to cope, can be a real game changer. Of course, I’m not saying to rely on others over God, but sometimes others can lead you in a direction and God can still guide your footsteps as you begin moving.
I think looking to parents can be helpful for many. I go to parents for advice on finances, wound care, and even healthy living, but I find that the gap is too great in my circumstance to find emotional and crisis support.
Oftentimes their advice includes ‘just be happier” or have you tried x, or x. The simplest of answers can come in handy at times, but I find myself seeking additional guidance from friends closer to my age or spiritual guides and often turning back to God when answers continue to evade me. I am finding that answers often come through other people and often they are people I admire, which is why I feel I can receive answers through their actions and words.
Wander Girl 
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