So blessed today, I had a bunch of close friends come over and help with my garden.
Part of the restrictions is not being able to use a lawn mower in case the vibrations hinder the graft or stitches and with my depth perception issues using pruning shears or anything sharp isn’t really a safe idea.
The friends came over and went through my garden like it was their own, clipping here, mowing there, fixing this and tidying that.
To get the strength to ask for help was such an inward battle, one I’ve been struggling to meet. I am used to being an independent person who can do anything I choose and just call for help on the bigger or more technical jobs or pay someone to do it. But with my part-time income I couldn’t afford the luxury of a gardener so I had to suck it up and ask for help.
Asking for help is one of the hardest things about this healing journey; it feels like another part of my independence lost. Then I look at my garden and all the beautiful work my friends did and it reminds me of how loved I am and how lucky I am to have such beautiful people in my life. So maybe it was ok to ask for help after all...