depressed

I’ve never been one to ask other people for help.  I worry that it would inconvenience them way too much.  Plus, I like to be independent.  Seven years into my career, I finally realized how stuck I really was, spiraling around the same patterns throughout the years.  I couldn’t break the cycle.  I was too scared.  But I finally decided that I could no longer continue this way. I needed help. The day I chose to ask for it will forever be etched into my memory.  That day was just as miserable as every other day had become at my...