Back when I thought stress was just part of adulting

I pushed through every bad day, telling myself it was normal. Now I see how much better life is with therapy and real self care. Why is it so hard to admit we need help sometimes?

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susandixon2h ago

You hit on something real with 'why is it so hard to admit we need help sometimes?' I used to believe asking for help meant I was failing at adult life. Start by telling one close friend you're having a tough time, it breaks the seal. We get this idea that being strong means doing everything alone, so it feels like a personal defeat. Going to therapy taught me that getting help is just using the right tool for the job. Now I see it as a practical step, not a moral flaw, and everything feels more manageable.