Help

I realized today after twisting both my ankles today that I hate needing and accepting help. I have got to work on that. I know it's not rational, but maybe it is somewhat rational since I just hate to be the center of attention. But it's also a lot more than that, I think I hate to admit that things are a problem in the first place. I wouldn't let people see the scratches the concrete had made on one of my feet, simply for the sounds I knew would come out of their mouths. Something about that 'awww, Jamie!' makes me cringe. Very few of my friends know that my Dad passed away this May, and forget my acquaintances when it comes to that. I'm quite the private person. But I need to become strong enough to ask for help when I need it.