Next time you say you're okay, I hope you really mean it. We promised ourselves that we would become useful people, didn't we? Useful people understands that lies rarely protect anyone—not even themselves. But somewhere along the way, we mistook usefulness for carrying every burden alone.   Keeping a facade seems to be much easier than asking for help, while hiding a storm of chaos and relentless overthinking. By the time you finally let the facade slip, the wounds have grown deeper than they ever needed to be. Bottled-up emotions and unshed tears have a way of making even a single day feel like forever. Not to mention a spilled cup of coffee, tiny kicking feet, aching breasts, hands never resting, filled with endless chores. The countless strands of hair you lost were living proof that it was never easy to be a mother, yet you never surrendered. Take a deep breath, and let the time be kind to you. Let your husband hold your child for a while. The dishes can wait. The laundry c...