Why do I always say, “Yes, I’m fine. I don’t need help — I can do it myself?” I love helping others, and I have for as long as I can remember.
Growing up in The Salvation Army, with parents and grandparents as Salvation Army officers, service was all I knew. I took this to a new level in my teenage years — running youth groups and bands, collecting donations on the streets, helping siblings and counseling anyone in need.
It was expected. It didn’t feel “busy” or “strange” because it was our “normal.” But with this ingrained service attitude, accepting help is not a strength I inherited.Read more on themighty.com