Being self-reliant was my strength... Turns out, it was fear holding me back.

I always believed I had to do everything on my own, thinking it made me strong.

Maybe it was my difficult childhood, my parents' divorce, that made me feel powerless.

Or perhaps it was the fear of depending on anyone else.

Whatever the reason, asking for help felt like admitting defeat.

But looking back, I see how wrong I was.

How many opportunities did I miss because of my stubborn pride?

Life isn’t a solo journey.
It’s a dance of giving and receiving.

And the walls I built around me, thinking they were my protection, were actually my prison.

To build something meaningful, I need the support of others.

I can’t do it alone.
And that’s not weakness—it’s wisdom.

Letting go of pride isn’t easy, but it's worth it.

If you’re holding on to the weight of pride, reflect: Who could you lean on to lighten your load?

After all, sometimes the strongest thing we can do is ask for help.