Why do we allow ourselves to break? How hard is it to believe we’re capable of great things? That we’re worthy of blessings? That we’re worthy of living?
When you force yourself to believe that you’re strong and independent, and make others believe it too, it gets pretty hard to accept that you need help.
In a perfect world, everyone just says what they mean and mean what they say. We give without conditions or fear of rejection because that’s who we are.