Hi, my name is Mich Tang, a Pediatric Nurse

For as long as I can remember, my life has revolved around others.

At the hospital, I cared for sick children and comforted worried parents. At home, I cooked for my husband, supported my in-laws, and helped my two kids with homework.

Everyone praised me as “the dependable nurse” and “the selfless mom.”

But late at night, when the house was finally quiet, I often stared at the ceiling and wondered: Who takes care of me?

How I Found Pop Workshop

It wasn’t through a friend—it was my patient’s mother.

Her son had just recovered, and while thanking me, she said, “Nurse Tang, you remind me of myself before I joined a pop workshop. Always giving, never receiving.”

Her words struck a nerve. For days, I couldn’t get them out of my head.

Finally, on my one free weekend, I registered. I thought it would be like another motivational seminar—clapping, smiling, positive slogans. I was wrong.

The Exercise That Shook Me

On the first day, the mentor asked us to write down what we needed most but rarely asked for.

I froze. My pen hovered over the paper for minutes. Then, with trembling hands, I wrote: “I want someone to take care of me.”

When I read it aloud. To my shock, a business owner sitting beside me whispered, “Me too.”

For the first time, I realized I wasn’t alone in carrying this silent weight.

What Changed Afterward

I didn’t quit nursing. I didn’t stop being a mother. But I learned something life-changing: asking for help isn’t weakness—it’s honesty.

I started telling my husband when I was tired. I let my sister take the kids on weekends sometimes. And at work, I leaned on my colleagues instead of always being the one who had to be strong.

The pop workshop didn’t make me selfish. It reminded me I’m human. And that even caregivers deserve care.

My Truth Today

If you are the one everyone depends on, I know how heavy it feels. But strength isn’t about carrying everything—it’s about sharing the load.

For me, the turning point was walking into a pop workshop and admitting, maybe for the first time, what I truly needed.