I spent nearly 2 decades "reaching out" to both family and professionals – when I was being abused, when I was suffering from the physical, psychological and emotional consequences of being abused, when I fell ill with a condition I'd never recover from (because there's no cure or approved treatment), when I was unable to work due to my deteriorating condition as the result of not getting the proper help or information I needed, etc. With the exception of a very select few people, nobody who could have actually helped me listened, gave a shit or did anything that could have actually made a difference until it was too late, and the damage that was done from when I did try to reach out (e.g., false diagnoses due to not properly listening to me and jumping to their own conclusions, thus leading to being improperly medicated and causing further damage as a result), not receiving the help and support I needed and desperately trying to cope/fix things in the meantime is now far too extensive. And I'm not just saying this out of hopelessness – it's just a fact.
If anybody says "oh, how sad, she should have just reached out" after I die, I will come back down here and flicker the lights in their house. I've made a lot of mistakes in life, but not reaching out was not one of them.