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New vitamin alert: Vitamin H

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If you were undergoing mental stress and your doctor prescribed 'Vitamin H' as a drug, would you think he was crazy?

Vitamin H is the new vitamin on the block.


Helping means making it easier or possible for someone to do something by offering them one's services or resources.

This is the place of Altruism. Its not some mumbo-jumbo from the oxford dictionary. It is when we put other people’s needs before our own.

Some folks will put up arguments like if I had more, I will give more. You can actually give through:

  • Volunteering
  • Mentoring
  • Doing something for a good cause
  • Random acts of kindness


There is a constant and unending war of either crashing down or rising up. We are strong people however there are people who are not so strong, this is how they are wired but have refused to deactivate their default setting.

Everbody needs somebody. From the guy behind the counter at the bank, to the poor girl hawking grocery on the street, to the hundred billion dollar-worth boss in the boardroom, to the lady running that  'not-so' popular cafeteria down to that toddler being dragged to school.

We all need a support system no matter how strong you are. Trust issues abound but we can't afford to be an island.

All the eggs in a crate can't be all rotten and all the oranges on a tree can't be all sour.

Helping people makes the world a happier place – it’s contagious!

 The more you do for others, the more you do for yourself, it reduces stress, it helps yourself and recipient of your help feel good and it brings a sense of belonging and reduces isolation.

Personally, offering help increases your serotonin, dopamine and oxytocin hormonal levels too. Theses are your happiness, pleasure and love triggering hormones respectively.

So, if you need that blast of goodness.

You know just what to do.
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