I won't pretend it will be easy. Especially not when when one is used to it being out of reach. But...
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You are always full of questions and a want to understand whatever is required to find progress, so much that it weighs on every single thing that you do. Where others may ask with their voice, you rely on your observation and intellect. Even with Jayce, back there at the cart... you held yourself together until you were fraying at the edges, if only to keep him calm. You predicted his own requests, followed his train of logic while battling your own worries.
He did not speak to you, or view you, as anything other than yourself when you finally had to let it drop. He wanted to help you, just as much as you were trying to help him. And he is not the only one who wants that for you.
You put so much pressure on yourself. If asking for help is too hard to start... then perhaps you can start with simply allowing it when it comes.
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You are always full of questions and a want to understand whatever is required to find progress, so much that it weighs on every single thing that you do. Where others may ask with their voice, you rely on your observation and intellect. Even with Jayce, back there at the cart... you held yourself together until you were fraying at the edges, if only to keep him calm. You predicted his own requests, followed his train of logic while battling your own worries.
He did not speak to you, or view you, as anything other than yourself when you finally had to let it drop. He wanted to help you, just as much as you were trying to help him. And he is not the only one who wants that for you.
You put so much pressure on yourself. If asking for help is too hard to start... then perhaps you can start with simply allowing it when it comes.