I’ve been there — someone lovingly asks, “How can I help?” and I suddenly don’t know what to say.

Not because I don’t need help. I do — deeply. But the words? They slip away. And even when I manage to say something, it can feel awkward or too much.

Asking for help isn’t always easy. It makes me feel seen in ways I didn’t ask for. It brings up shame sometimes. Or pride. Or the idea that I should already know how to do this.

But I’m slowly learning: asking for support isn’t weakness. It’s actually strength — and a beautiful kind of wisdom. Especially now, when everything feels tender and raw and new.

So I’ve started to practice. I’ve made myself a quiet list I can return to. Words I can pull out when I feel frozen.

🌿 “Could you bring over a meal one evening this week?”
🌿 “Would you mind holding the baby while I shower?”
🌿 “Could you pick up a few groceries for us?”
🌿 “Can you just come sit with me — no advice, just company?”

These aren’t huge asks. But they offer space — for breath, for calm, for being held too.

I don’t have to do this alone. I wasn’t meant to. None of us were.

💜 I deserve to be cared for, too.

And if this feels familiar — if your heart just softened a little reading this —
I gently invite you to visit:
MOMent of Me
A soft space to land, breathe, and reconnect with the you underneath it all.