"I offer my story as inspiration to other women who are sharing similar experiences so they can find the strength to rediscover happiness and take time for themselves."
While I couldn’t fully appreciate my mom’s sacrifices growing up, I always knew our parents loved and supported us unconditionally. My mom is a natural born caretaker. She helped raise her 3 siblings growing up and later became an ER nurse where she met my dad. She is our rock, and always puts our family above all else. Several years ago, I remember she spent months caring for family in the children’s hospital and the ICU, followed by weeks with my grandmother in hospice care until she passed. The mental and physical strain of that year deteriorated my mom’s health, but we didn’t realize the full extent of her pain and exhaustion until it was all over. Often forgetting to slow down and rest, there were times we could see the weight of my mom’s responsibilities come crashing down on her shoulders, taking a toll on her mental health after tireless sprints of stress and exhaustion chipped away at her stamina.
Tragedy forces us to look inside ourselves and reevaluate what matters most. Those challenging years helped me fully realize the sacrifices my mom has made for our family, and the importance of self-care in times of stress and anxiety. But knowing is different than doing. My parents always pushed us to be the best versions of ourselves and I often hear my mom’s voice in the back of my mind, encouraging me to achieve at the highest level. After a decade of working in advertising I was burned out and exhausted from working around the clock. The stress was so bad it began to deteriorate my body. I sacrificed my personal health and happiness, worried that one day the chaos would stop and everyone I care about would be gone. Finally, after many breakdowns and years of physiological ailments, I decided I couldn’t sit back and watch time pass by anymore. I couldn’t miss out on any more memories with friends and family.
With renewed appreciation for my mom’s insight, I seek her advice regularly. On a recent family visit, I was making a vinegar tea in my parent’s kitchen while surrounded by aunts, cousins, my sisters and my mom. In a moment I’ll never forget, four generations of women from different cultures and backgrounds began enthusiastically sharing vinegar tips, bonding over insights learned from their mothers and aunts alike. It’s then I realized the answer to self-care lies within us; as women, as mothers, as daughters and sisters.
Through Daughters.® I strive to follow in my mom’s footsteps and lead by example. I found the bravery I needed to bet on myself because of her unconditional support. I offer my story as inspiration to other women who are sharing similar experiences so they can find the strength to rediscover happiness and take time for themselves; by becoming a part of this journey of ours and stepping into a community of women who lift each other up, nurture, and support one another.
Daughter of immigrants. Solo-travel addict. Self-care evangelist.
"Growing up, my mom was a stay-at-home mom that always put her family’s needs before her own. She took in my grandma after her cancer surgery and single-handedly cared for her the next 12 years as my grandma’s Alzheimer’s went from bad to worse. Even though I saw my mom’s vitality deteriorating underneath the strain, she refused to take time for herself to recharge, hardwired by her sense of filial duty from her traditional Taiwanese upbringing. The day of my grandma’s funeral, my mom nearly collapsed from the built-up exhaustion. It was terrifying to witness and i couldn’t help but think, 'What could I have said or done to force her to prioritize herself?'"Learn more about Ellen