A Time I Had to Rely On Someone Else

My mom helps me with things quite frequently, and I at one point sincerely doubted I could ever grow up to live without her. I obviously don't feel that way anymore, thank God. I for sure appreciate the fact that my mom will always be there for me and I'm immensely grateful to have her but I can't also feel inadequate, like I'm not doing enough to stimulate my growth and independence as a burgeoning young man. It's a wack, contradictory feeling which I've expressed to her a few times before under different circumstances and she either reassured me that there was nothing to be ashamed of or called me out for being a lazy, jobless bum. I feel like I could be doing more. I want to be doing more, but I'm holding myself back for whatever reason. What a conundrum.

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