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“I’ll just do it myself.”

I don’t always say it out loud. But I think it. Often.

It sounds efficient. Practical – on the surface. Faster. Simpler. Less complicated.

No waiting. No explaining. No depending on anyone else.

Just handle it and move on.

But it’s not just about getting things done. If I’m being honest, it’s sometimes about control.

If I do it myself, I know how it’s going to turn out.
I know I’ll get it done.
I know I won’t be disappointed.

There’s comfort and safety in that.

It hasn’t come out of nowhere. It’s built over time.

From moments where I felt let down.
From times when things didn’t go the way I’d hoped.
From experiences that taught me it might be easier to rely on myself.

So I adapted.

I became more independent.
More self-sufficient.
More…controlled.

But that phrase carries a lot of weight. Doing everything myself means carrying everything myself.

The responsibility.
The pressure.
The mental load.

Strong on the outside. But heavy on the inside.

There’s a cost that comes with defaulting to “I’ll just do it myself.”

It limits connection.
Creates distance.
And resentment.
It delivers itself as “I don’t need you,” when that is not entirely true.

And sometimes, it keeps me from experiencing support that might actually be there – if I let it.

I don’t think independence is a bad thing. It’s helped me in a lot of ways. But I’m starting to see that there is a difference between being capable and being closed off…between being responsible and being unwilling to let someone else in.

So I’m trying something different. Not all at once and certainly not perfectly.

I am letting go.
I’m handling what I can and leaving others to do what is their responsibility.

That is uncomfortable for me.
But so is carrying everything alone.

“I’ll just do it myself” used to feel like strength. And in some ways, it still is.

But strength now looks a little different. Sometimes the real strength these days lies in trusting that not everything has to rest on my shoulders.