You may or may not know this, but I am a man. A supposedly fully grown, mature one at that, although my family may beg to differ. Yet, for years, I neglected my mental health to the point where it was having a detrimental effect not only on myself but also those around me. It was only when I hit rock bottom that I was forced to confront my inner demons. Head on. It wasn’t a pretty process but it got me to where I am today.
Where’s that? A better place, thankfully, on more solid ground. It was only when I recognised I had problems and was prepared to discuss them with others that the situation improved. A weight was lifted off my shoulders and I started to make forward progress. You are not an island, you cannot muddle through on your own. If times are hard, talk to someone about it. Doing so is a sign of courage and strength, not weakness.