Asking for help shouldn’t feel like failure — but for so many of us living with chronic illness, it does. In this episode, April gets real about the guilt, pride, and fear that make it so hard to ask for help, even when we desperately need it. From a moment of vulnerability in the shower to redefining what strength really means, this honest conversation invites you to see help not as weakness, but as connection.
🪞 What You’ll Hear
- Why asking for help feels so heavy (and what’s really underneath it)
- The difference between weakness and honesty
- How guilt and pride keep us silent — and isolated
- Learning to see help as safety, not failure
- One small step you can take to practice asking for help this week
💡 One Tiny Step
Notice one thing you usually try to push through — and instead of muscling through it, say:
- “I could use a little help with this.”
- You don’t have to justify it. You just have to allow it.
💌 Mentioned in This Episode
- The Boundary-Setting Script Pack — your free cheat sheet for saying no, asking for help, and protecting your peace
- Join the Unseen Sisterhood — connect with other women who get it
🩵 Episode Quote
“Connection doesn’t start with perfection — it starts with permission. And asking for help is one of the bravest kinds of permission there is.”
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🎧 Credits
Host: April Aramanda
Produced by: The Invisible Illness Club
Editing: The Invisible Illness Club
Music: Licensed via Soundstripe
Show Notes + Strategy: Created with Cherry (ChatGPT-5)
Transcription
today we’re talking about something that most of us don’t like to admit out loud:
asking for help.
If you just cringed a little, same.
I am terrible at it. Always have been.
And it’s not because I don’t need help. Oh, I do.
It’s because somewhere along the way, I convinced myself that needing help meant I was weak, or lazy, or somehow failing at being a functioning human.
But here’s the truth I’m learning — asking for help isn’t failure. It’s honesty.
And honesty takes guts.
A few weeks ago, I was in the shower and I knew I wasn’t doing great.
You know that moment when your body’s sending you warning signs and you just… try to push through anyway?
That was me.
I told myself, “You can handle this. You’re fine. Just finish up.”
But I wasn’t fine.
Halfway through, I realized I couldn’t even rinse off safely.
So I had to call for my husband to come help me — help me rinse my hair, help me get dry, help me get pajamas on.
And I felt humiliated.
Not because he made me feel that way — he’s wonderful — but because I had decided that asking for help meant I’d failed.
When in reality, I’d done the smart thing.
I’d chosen safety over pride.
But I’ll be honest… it didn’t feel smart in that moment. It felt heavy.
That’s what I want to unpack today — that feeling.
That mix of guilt, pride, and fear that shows up when we even think about asking for help.
For me, it’s the guilt that I’m already a lot to handle.
That I already take up so much space in this house with my symptoms and appointments and exhaustion — that I don’t want to add one more thing to my husband’s plate.
And then there’s pride.
The part of me that still believes I “should” be able to do everything I used to.
That voice that says, “You’re too young to be disabled.”
That’s a hard one to quiet.
The thing about invisible illness is that on the outside, I look fine.
I’m laughing, I’m talking, I’m getting things done.
So when I ask for help, I feel like I have to justify it.
Like I have to prove that I really need it.
But needing help doesn’t always look dramatic.
Sometimes it’s asking someone to fold the laundry because your body’s out of spoons.
Sometimes it’s saying, “I can’t be the strong one today.”
And sometimes it’s just letting someone love you in the middle of your mess.
The hardest help for me to ask for isn’t physical.
It’s emotional.
Because living like this — managing chronic illness, showing up, trying to stay hopeful — it’s a lot.
And I worry it’s too much to keep sharing out loud.
But the truth is, bottling it up doesn’t protect anyone.
It just builds distance.
I’m starting to see asking for help not as a weakness, but as a mindset shift.
Like a muscle I have to learn to use again.
And part of that means rewriting the story I tell myself.
Instead of, “I should be able to do this,”
I’m learning to say,
“I deserve to do this safely. I deserve support.”
We have to stop “should-ing” on ourselves.
Because those “shoulds” aren’t compassion — they’re judgment wearing a productivity badge.
So, if you’re listening to this and you’re nodding along, here’s your tiny step for this week:
Notice one thing you normally try to power through.
And instead of muscling through it, try saying:
“I could use a little help with this.”
Just once.
You don’t have to justify it. You don’t have to earn it.
You just have to allow it.
Because connection doesn’t start with perfection — it starts with permission.
And asking for help is one of the bravest kinds of permission there is.