It was a day I had avoided for nearly eleven years. I walked into the Department of Motor Vehicles feeling rather weak, and worried if I would make it back home all right. I took a number, and sat down to wait for my turn. Number 76, was called. I approached the counter, and handed the tired woman my doctor’s note, and requested a handicap placard for my car. And wept the entire way home.
I’ve reflected a lot about just how difficult it is to ask for help. I began to analyze at what point in my life I became too proud to let others around me know I was in need. I think it happened right about the time I entered high school. Only, being “in need,” doesn’t always quite cover it, does it? There were times I was drowning. Most times I struggled to the shore alone. This insidious habit continued through adulthood, leaving me in the trenches of motherhood battling an incurable, degenerative disease mostly alone. I suppose we think when we do this it makes us strong. But I didn’t feel strong at all. The truth looks more like hanging from the edge of a cliff by your fingernails. I thought I would feel better knowing how strong I seemed to others. In reality, it was a lie.
Facing our battles alone is a tool of the adversary. We become isolated. Secret-keepers. And eventually begin to lose our integrity as we voraciously hustle to hold up the smoke screen. We learn to smile when our hearts are breaking. There are other casualties, too. Friends and family, not ever knowing our struggles, will not be able to seek us out when they face similar circumstances. Instead, those around us in need will pass us by, mistakenly believing we could never understand. When Satan tricks us into believing we can go it alone, that passageway leads down the dark corridor of depression, anxiety, and even suicide.
We can pray to receive personal revelation about where we should go for help. This can include parents, bishops, Young Women leaders, or another trusted adult. The one person we should always take our burdens to is the Lord. Be open to receiving priesthood blessings for comfort, and to seek answers from the older, and often wiser people the Lord has specifically placed in your life to extend help to you.
Matthew 11:28–30 reads:
“Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
“Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
“For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”
There have been times in recent days, when I felt the only one who could truly help me was my Savior. Sometimes our trials can feel so big, and so wide, we have no illusions about being able to shoulder them alone. That is when you place them at your Saviour’s feet. You hand it over to Him.
I bear witness that when we are brave enough to ask for help, the Lord will come for you. His tender mercies will be made apparent as you practice the vulnerability needed to allow others to serve you in hard times.
Who in your life can you reach out to in order to seek out advice or help?