I know exactly where you all are coming from, I was raised to be a man!!! Some how I got this twisted idea that men did not ask for help, they just toughed it out and did it!! I spent way to many years being a man and trying to control and then quit drinking, I hated the weak useless man I saw in the mirror in the morning, he was nothing but a weak drunk who could not find the power to stop or control his drinking.
Alcohol took me to a place where I felt totally hopeless, I was standing on the edge of a cliff, if I continued to drink over I went and the bottom was a slow lonely death from alcohlism.
I was given the Gift Of Desperation!!! I was beaten by alcohol to the point of surrender, I finally was willing to ask for help, when I asked for help and held out my hand, it was taken by so many. I was led to freedom!!!
There is nothing in the world wrong with pride, but there is a difference between stupid pride and good pride, my stupid pride darn near killed me!