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I was just chit-chatting about how sometimes we need a helping hand in life. A large part of my life, I've been independent and single-minded....and maybe a little over-confident and stubborn. #lol

It is exactly these qualities that stopped me from asking for help when I need them. 

When I had my kids, THAT was when I needed it the most and suffice to say, I got none from an ex who thought nothing good about me, and from parents I have quite obviously pissed off because of my over-confident decisions in life. 

The thing is that I have been taught, most of my life, that I have to be independent. I have to be self-sufficient. Study, work hard, make money and then stand on your own two feet. 

This sounds a lot like what most Asians parents will tell you, huh? Well, then you're familiar with this, then.


What truly broke me, however, was marrying someone who saw me as nothing but a piece of meat that was taking up too much unnecessary space on this planet. Apparently, I was too much into his space too. So, it didn't work out, obviously. 

There were moments that I broke down in tears and asked for help only to be rebuffed with words that discouraged me and asked me if I deserved to be happy or deserved to receive help at all. Through that, I clammed up and stopped asking for help. Ever. 

But young mothers need help. Whether they admit it or not, whether their pride is in the way or not, they need help. If you're a young mother reading this and struggling to put your feet on the ground every morning, I encourage you to seek help, ask. Don't take abuse, obviously, but take help from people who love you. They may chastise you but in the long run, as long as you know your own true value, there's nothing to be ashamed of. 

You're not worth less just because people don't see the value in you. You are so much more than that. 

Everyone, you included, need help once in a while because, simply, you're human. 
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