Eight years ago, I gave birth to my first child. More than anything, I wanted to be the perfect mother that my little son deserved, but I was also completely unprepared for the overwhelming challenges of motherhood. I was shocked by how needy and dependent I felt – I was suffering from an unexpected bout of postpartum depression, and I was not getting any sleep. Up until this point in my life, I had unconsciously found much of my worth in what I could do for others. Now, my whole world had shifted, and I was the one who was in desperate need of help. However, when other moms asked me if I needed anything, my response was a simple “No, thanks.” I already felt so inadequate, and the idea of reaching out for help seemed like a public announcement of my inadequacy.