Pride is armor that ends up heavier than whatever it was protecting you from.

Pride starts out as protection. It keeps you from looking foolish, from admitting you were wrong, from asking for help where people can see. That works for a while. Then you are carrying a version of yourself that can never be uncertain, and the upkeep costs more than the embarrassment you were dodging in the first place.

Notice where you are currently defending something you do not really believe. Say the small true thing out loud once this week: that you do not understand, that you got it wrong, that you could use a hand. The relief usually arrives faster than you expect.