Help. The word, the offering, the act itself, can be a surprisingly divisive thing. There have been times in my life where I treated the notion like a venomous threat, and others where I saw it for the lifeline it was. It took me a long time to accept that needing help wasn’t a reflection of weakness or some sort of failing on my part. Knowing that you can’t do everything alone, that no one is meant to, takes strength and fortitude.