Achilles Heel

I have said a couple of times on here already that I have been through a rough couple of weeks.
I don't want to wallow in it but I think I keep talking about it so openly because I am still getting over the shock of it - the shock of how sad I actually got before I admitted I was feeling sad.
My achilles heel has always been actually needing anyone and me being too proud to ask for help was a silly by-product of that.
It took some good friends and some strong drinks to come to terms with it all and for me to get to a place where I could say to people; hey, I'm struggling here, but give me chance and I'll be back on top form soon...
It reminds me of a great quote that our film tutor gave us last year for describing the hero's journey "though greatly weakened he is stronger".
It's only when the odds are stacked against the hero, where it seems too desperate to continue do they find the inner strength they never knew they had to deal with it.
Unlike the Hollywood movies we were studying at the time nothing in my life has changed, no dramatic reversal has occurred, no angel has arrived to solve my problems, no winning lottery ticket has fallen into my lap and it's still bloody raining but somehow it's true.
I was sad, I wanted to quit everything and hide from the world but now I feel like that just because I let myself feel that it's in the past now.
While I know the next 7 months are not going to be easy, it's not going to be that tough either and that - for the time being - is ok with me.