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Why is it so hard to accept help?
And where did I learn to equate going it alone with virtue?
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Happy Sunday, Soothers. I had been torn lately on what seems like a very small decision, whether or not to go to my parents’ in the suburbs for the week of inauguration here in Washington, D.C.
Part of me felt ridiculous; I live in a residential neighborhood two miles from the Capitol, and the chances of any real danger occurring around here are slim to none. I also battled with the thought that I was letting these domestic terrorists “win” if I left my home and my city, that I needed to tough it out in my home alone during inauguration week to prove that I wouldn’t give in so easily to the despair and fear they were looking to wreak across the country.
Another part of me yearned for comfort and company. I remembered working from my desk that Wednesday, looking up at…
