There's really two parts to asking for help, when you think about it.
There's the "please help me" -- the part where you ask for help. That's hard enough.
But the real heavy lifting is in actually hearing and accepting whatever help is offered; without ego, without defiance, without resentment, without filters...
Sometimes in life it's taken almost everything I have to just ask for the help. Anything more than that felt like it was beyond me.
As dramatic as that sounds, it's true.
Thankfully, when I run out of power, I have an outside source which has never failed me when it comes down to it.
And no, I don't mean coffee, smart ass.