I have a favorite 4-letter word that packs a powerful punch. No, it isn't one that TV censors would rush to *bleep* out, nor is it a word that writers replace with %*#'s and $@%'s. However, it does carry a "bad word" stigma that it doesn't deserve. The word in question is, surprisingly, "Help."
My happy days don't give me immunity from depression, nor does my very abundant life. Beauty, money, fame, and even hordes of admirers don't keep anyone safe from this mental illness. It can affect anyone, and when it does, we need help.
A lot of thoughtful reflection, accountability from trusted friends and a sincere desire to change have helped me largely overcome my "help issues," although I am still far from perfect. I have learned to not only more easily accept assistance, but to seek it out from my extended network.