I have never been a fan of Mr. Rogers but he shared something important back in 1986 or so. He would tell the story of how his mother helped him feel safe growing up.
“Always look for the helpers,” she’d tell me. “There’s always someone who is trying to help.”
It wasn’t until I had left my abuser and the insanity of living in a van (okay, a dented tuna can with occasional houseguests as I was fond of saying) and began to realize that my family had been surrounded by helpers for years.