One must unfurl at some point in their life, and not resist the emergence of self. Nor should one miss out on recognizing the impact it could make on their quality of life.
Change, is hard. What is ingrained from infancy to childhood remains fossilized and embedded beneath the skin, sewn between each wrinkle of the brain, and encased within a heavy shell around the heart. Why we fear, how we love, and how we handle impactful moments is all deeply woven.
We are root bound, habitual, and stubborn.
As humans we are self preserving thorn bushes, each of us carrying our own garden wall. For some the weight bares no worry. But for others, the weight is more than one can stand... and at some point we have to admit (whether we want to or not) that in order to bring about change, to allow the unfurling, to continue to carry on... we must share the load.
It would be a sad fact to never have bloomed, but stayed tight within the bud. To be a rose on the bush come first frost that did not open.
It's okay to ask for help, it's okay to admit if you need it. After all, a floret can not peel back it's layers without a little pruning first.