Earlier this month I was sitting with two friends at the Redwood kitchen table, and one of them was crying. She'd had a hard time recently and, afraid to reach out, she had gone through it alone. Without help and emotional support, her situation had spiralled, and ended up being more frustrating than necessary. In hindsight, she'd admitted that it would have been better to reach out for help.
Why is it that we isolate when we're in trouble? Why do we close ourselves off and ignore the open hands around us?
Erin Hatton is a mom of 4, fiction author, and family support worker at Redwood Park Communities.