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.