So, I’ve been in therapy for a long time and one of the things I’ve learned is that I can trust people . . . . it is not as dangerous as I thought it was . . . . to open up to people and ask for help. . . . to seek companionship. I guess I felt lonely hiding behind my impenetrable wall, bedecked with floodlights and barbed-wire, but I guess back then it was a reasonable price to pay. . . . human connection for safety. But the more my walls come down, the more I talk to people, let people in (just a little bit), the more I realize how isolated I made myself.