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- There is a specific kind of terror that hits you at 2 a.m. when the ceiling fan clicks and you realize your phone is not just silent, but empty of people who would actually run toward you if you screamed. I want you to picture this with me for a second. It’s not even necessarily about an emergency yet, though we’ll get there. It’s just Tuesday night. You’ve had a hard day. Maybe you spilled coffee on your only good blouse right before a meeting. Maybe your boss sent a vague email that feels like a threat wrapped in corporate politeness. You’re sitting on your couch, or maybe in your car in the parking lot of the grocery store because you weren’t ready to go inside yet. And you reach for your phone. Not to scroll. Not to distract yourself. But to connect. You open your messages. You look at the names that light up your screen. Your sister. Your work bestie. That friend from college you see once a month for brunch. And you pause. Because you realize that none of them are the ones you’d call if you were bleeding. Or if you were scared. Or if you just needed someone to say, 'I’m here.' Let's sit with that for a second. It’s a quiet panic. It doesn’t feel like loneliness exactly. Loneliness is wanting company. This is different. This is the realization that you are structurally alone in your life, even though you have hundreds of contacts. I’ve been there. I remember being thirty-two, living in a city that felt like it was moving too fast, surrounded by people who liked me but didn’t know me. And one night, after a minor fender bender that shouldn’t have been scary but was, I sat in my car and cried because I couldn’t find a number to dial that I knew would answer with urgency. We spend so much time curating our social media lives, showing off our dinners, our trips, our group hugs. We don’t post the silence. We don’t post the hollow feeling in your chest when you realize that your safety net has holes in it. So why does this happen? Why do we end up in these situations where we have friends, we have acquaintances, we have colleagues, but no true anchors? I think it’s because we’ve confused proximity with intimacy. For a long time, I thought having people around meant I was safe. I was a community organizer early in my career, and I was always surrounded by people. I had networks. I had groups. But I realized later that I was building castles out of sand. They looked impressive from a distance, but they dissolved the moment the tide came in. Modern friendship often lacks the friction that creates depth. We swipe. We meet. We bond over shared trauma or shared interests. But we rarely stay long enough to see each other when things are boring, or messy, or ugly. We keep things light because we’re afraid that if we go deep, we might lose control. And that makes sense. Vulnerability is risky. But here’s the thing: you cannot build trust without risk. If you never let anyone see you when you’re struggling, they can’t be part of your solution. I used to think that being self-reliant was the ultimate goal. That I should be able to handle everything myself. But I was wrong. Self-reliance is important, sure. But human beings are wired for interdependence. We are not meant to carry the weight of our lives alone. When we refuse to lean in, we accidentally push away the very people who could hold us up. It’s a paradox. The more we try to protect ourselves by keeping everyone at arm's length, the more vulnerable we become. Because when the crisis hits—and it will hit—you won’t have anyone to catch you. And that fear keeps us awake at night. We also fall into the trap of thinking that friendship should be easy. That if someone loves us, they should just know what we need. That if we text 'hey,' they should drop everything and come over. And when they don’t, we feel rejected, so we pull back further. We create a feedback loop of isolation. I did this for years. I had a friend in my twenties who was wonderful, fun, exciting. But she was chaotic. And I was anxious. So when I needed stability, I went to her for chaos. And when she needed support, I wasn’t there because I was busy managing my own anxiety. We drifted apart, not because we didn’t care, but because we didn’t fit together in the way I needed. And instead of looking inward and asking what I needed, I blamed her. I told myself she wasn’t reliable. But the truth was, I hadn’t asked her to be reliable. I hadn’t built a foundation where reliability could grow. What is this friendship asking of you? Is it asking you to be perfect? To be available twenty-four seven? To be the therapist, the cheerleader, the savior? Or is it asking you to show up as you are, flawed and uncertain? Most of us are too afraid to admit that we need help. We think needing help makes us weak. But in reality, admitting you need help is the bravest thing you can do. It’s an invitation for someone else to step into your life. And most people want to help. They just don’t know how unless you tell them. Unless you give them permission to be part of your story. When we stop performing for our friends and start communicating our needs, everything changes. The friendships that survive are the ones that can handle the weight of our humanity. So, what do we do? How do we fix this? It starts with a practical exercise that feels silly at first, but it saves lives. I want you to make an emergency list. Not just names. I mean, really think about it. Who are the three people who would answer their phone at 3 a.m.? Who are the people who would drive across town without asking questions? Who are the people who would sit with you in the hospital waiting room? Be honest. If the list is short, that’s okay. That’s data. Now, here’s the hard part. You have to reach out to them. You have to tell them. You can’t assume they know. You can’t assume they’re ready. You have to say, 'Hey, I’m working on building a stronger support system. I realized I don’t have many people I can call in a crisis. Would you be willing to be that person for me?' It sounds terrifying. It feels like putting your heart on a platter. But here’s the secret: most people are flattered. They want to be chosen. They want to matter. And for those who say no, or hesitate, you learn something valuable about them. You learn where your boundaries lie. You learn who is capable of holding space for you. This isn’t about demanding perfection. It’s about clarity. It’s about saying, 'This is what I need. Can you meet me here?' And if they can’t, you don’t take it personally. You just accept it. You move on. You keep building. And you start small. You test the waters. You share a small struggle with a friend and see how they respond. Do they dismiss you? Do they minimize it? Or do they listen? Their response tells you everything you need to know. You are not alone in this. Millions of women are sitting in their cars right now, realizing they need to change their relationships. But they’re waiting for permission. Consider this your permission slip. Sometimes, the people we need are already in our lives. They’re just dormant. There was a friend I lost touch with after college. We drifted apart because life got loud. And one day, I realized she was the kind of person who would have stayed up all night talking me through a panic attack. So I reached out. It was awkward. We hadn’t spoken in five years. But I sent a text. 'Hi. I was thinking about you. I hope you’re well. I’d love to catch up.' And she said yes. We met for coffee. And it wasn’t like old times. We were different people. But it was warm. It was real. And slowly, over months, we rebuilt a connection. It wasn’t instant. It wasn’t magical. It was work. But it was worth it. Now, she is one of the people I call when things are hard. This is the courage to repair ruptures rather than abandon connections. We tend to think that if a friendship fades, it’s dead. But friendships can heal. They can regrow. Like a plant that’s been neglected, it needs water and light. It needs attention. And sometimes, it needs pruning. You have to decide which relationships are worth the effort. Which ones are draining you, and which ones are feeding you. And you have to be willing to put in the work. Because the alternative is sitting in the dark, alone, wondering why no one came. Don’t wait for the emergency to test your network. Test it now. With small things. With big feelings. With the mundane, boring, beautiful reality of your life. Let them see you. Let them in. Because when the storm comes, you’ll be glad you did. I want to leave you with this thought. Strength is not doing everything alone. Strength is knowing who to call. Strength is having the humility to ask for help. Strength is building a village, even if it’s small. Even if it’s imperfect. Even if it’s just two or three people who know your soul. We live in a culture that celebrates independence. But true strength is interdependence. It’s knowing that you are connected, that you are held, that you are loved. And that love is not passive. It’s active. It’s intentional. It’s showing up. So tonight, when you go home, look at your phone. Look at your contacts. And ask yourself: who is here for me? And who am I here for? Maybe it’s time to send that text. Maybe it’s time to make that call. Maybe it’s time to finally say, 'I need you.' And trust me, when you do, you’ll find that you’re not as alone as you thought. You’re just waiting for the right people to notice. And they will. Because you are worthy of being known. You are worthy of being called. You are worthy of being saved. And it starts with you deciding that you are worth saving. So breathe. Take a deep breath. And know that I am here with you. In this moment. In this space. You are not alone. We are building this sanctuary together. One conversation at a time. One connection at a time. Until then, be gentle with yourself. Be brave with your heart. And keep reaching out. Because the world needs your voice. And you need theirs. Thank you for letting me into your life today. I’m Kari Hearn, and I’ll be right here next week, ready to listen. Take care of yourself, and remember: you are never as alone as you feel. Goodnight.