Vulnerability was my weakness. I'm talking about that completely terrified, walls-up, never-let-anyone-see-the-real-you kind of fear. For most of my adult life, I had perfected the art of defense mechanisms. I was the strong one, the capable one, the one who had it all together. Admitting weakness, showing fear, asking for help – these were signs of failure in my book, weaknesses to be hidden at all costs
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nThis fear of vulnerability affected every aspect of my life. In relationships, I kept people at arm's length, never letting anyone get too close to see the insecurities and doubts I carried. At work, I'd never admit when I didn't know something or needed help with a project. In friendships, I was the listener, the supporter, the one everyone else came to with problems – but I never shared my ow

The problem was, living like this is exhausting. Maintaining that mask of strength and competence 24/7 takes incredible energy. And it's incredibly lonely. I was surrounded by people who thought they knew me, but none of them knew the real me – the person who worried about failing, who felt insecure sometimes, who needed support and connection as much as anyone el
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The breaking point came during a difficult period at work. I was leading a high-stakes project that was running into serious problems. Instead of asking for help or admitting I was struggling, I tried to handle everything myself, working crazy hours, pretending everything was under control when it clearly wasn't. The project ultimately failed, and I took the full fall for it. My boss pulled me aside and said something that stuck with me: "You know, it's okay to not have all the answers. It's okay to need hel
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That comment got under my armor in a way nothing had before. I started realizing that my fear of vulnerability wasn't protecting me – it was isolating me and limiting my potential. But knowing this and being able to change it were two very different things. The habit of emotional self-protection was deeply ingrained, and breaking it felt terrify
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That's when a friend suggested something unexpected. We were talking about my struggles with vulnerability, and he mentioned that he'd been playing a lot of online baseball games. "You have to be vulnerable to get good at them," he said. "You have to try new strategies, admit when something's not working, ask for advice from other players. You have to risk looking stupid to get bett
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I was skeptical, honestly. Video games seemed like the last place that would teach me about emotional vulnerability. But I was desperate for change, so I agreed to give it a
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What happened next surprised me. When I started playing baseball games online, I was terrible. I mean, embarrassingly bad. And being terrible at something in front of other people, even anonymous online players, was incredibly uncomfortable for me. My instinct was to quit, to protect my ego by avoiding something I wasn't immediately good
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But I forced myself to keep playing. And gradually, something started to shift. I had to ask other players for advice. I had to admit when I didn't understand game mechanics. I had to risk looking foolish by trying new strategies that didn't always work. And you know what? The world didn't end. People were generally helpful and supportive, not judgmen
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What's fascinating is how the games created this safe space to practice vulnerability. The stakes were low – it was just a game, after all – but the emotional experience was real. I learned that admitting I didn't know something wasn't a sign of weakness, but a necessary step toward learning. I discovered that asking for help didn't make people think less of me – it actually built connections and mutual r
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The more I played, the more comfortable I became with being vulnerable. I started joining online communities and forums where players discussed strategies and shared tips. I participated in discussions, admitted my struggles, asked for advice. Each time I shared something vulnerable and received support instead of judgment, my confidenc
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This mindset started spilling over into my real life. At work, I found myself more willing to admit when I didn't have all the answers, more comfortable asking colleagues for help with challenging problems. Instead of seeing this as weakness, I started recognizing it as strength – the strength to collaborate effectively, to learn from others, to build better solutions through t
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In my friendships, I started opening up more about my struggles and insecurities. Instead of always being the strong supporter, I allowed myself to be supported too. I was amazed to find that my friends didn't think less of me for admitting vulnerability – in fact, our relationships deepened and became more a
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The games also taught me valuable lessons about failure and resilience. In baseball games, as in life, you fail a lot more than you succeed. Strikeouts, errors, losses – they're all part of the game. I learned that failing didn't define me

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Pub: 06 Jan 2026 07:09 UTC

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