Taking a hand and holding on.

I am slowly realizing that I can't always stand on my own two feet. I was raised that as a man you picked yourself up and moved on. Overall this isn't a bad ideology. But what happens when all the sucking it up and moving on comes crashing back? You get to a point in your life when you have moved yourself right out of contact with people that care enough to actually help you deal with your issues. I end up with pent up anger and feelings of lost opportunities that I carry around and will not leave me alone til I face them. Finally I am starting to face over 30 yrs of moving on and hiding how I feel deep inside. It isn't fun, but it might just save me from an early death due to stress.