For most of my life, I have striven to be a strong woman. I wanted to be someone who could handle anything and everything for anyone and everyone. I wanted to be that person that you wanted by your side, whether you were going into battle or sitting down to a long meeting.

Strong women were praised. Strong women were the ideal. Strong women don’t need help. They can do everything without their perfectly manicured nails chipping or their mascara running.

As I have grown, I’ve discovered the problem. Strong women, as I perceived them, are a myth.