Why is asking for help so damn hard?
My wife asked if I wanted to talk about why I've been distant lately and I just said "I'm fine" and changed the subject. I'm clearly not fine. I'm anxious about money, about being a good parent, about my parents aging, about everything. But admitting that feels like admitting I can't handle being a grown man. Logically I know that's stupid. Emotionally? Still feels impossible. Anyone else struggle with this vulnerability thing?
This hits hard. Why IS it so hard to ask for help? We're just taught that we gotta handle everything ourselves. But real talk - your wife asked you for a reason. She noticed something's off.