Have you ever found your self helping someone? I help people, it's what I do, what I want to do. Whenever someone has a problem I ask them if there is anything I can do to help. Anything at all. Sometimes they just need someone to talk to, or someone to hang out with for a day, or just someone to tell them that it will be alright.
I help a lot, I like helping people. But lately I've found that helping people is actually hurting me.
The more I try to help people the more it turns around and bites my hand...Hard.
It's sad to me because helping people is one of the things that makes me feel good. I like making friends happy, I like helping friends through a tough time. Most of the time it's a situation where I can say "Been there, done that, had that happen to me," and I can talk them through it and help them see the bright side.
I hate it when someone tells me that there is nothing I can do to help. It makes me frustrated, and I don't like that feeling.
I try to help people be optimistic as much as possible, sometimes it works, other times people just want to be sad. I understand that, I'm a really understanding person, maybe too understanding at times.
But it seems that the more people I try to help the more people depend way too much on me or tell me a vague outline of they're going through and then telling me that I can't help at all.
I have some success stroies about my help that people have taken. I've heard that I've saved a lot of people, but then there are people who depend solely on me for support. That's not exactly what I was aiming for, I want those I help to lean on me when things are heavy but then stand on their own when things are good. They need to learn how to self rely on themselves like I had to do.
There was no one for me to lean on, which is how I became who I am. I learned to take care of myself emotionally, which works for me most of the time.
But then there are those I help or befriend who depend on me...and only me for happiness. They end up thinking that I'm the only good thing in their life. I'm probably the most helpful thing in their life, but there are other things worth living for. They need to make an effort to be happy.
They just need to face their fears and branch out to find the healthy thing that makes them happy.
Like me and my writing and music.
Why are things turning on me suddenly? Someone got mad because I voiced the honesty that they WANTED to hear. I was concerned for someone's well being and they got mad. I'm put in backwards situations and it gets weird. I only do what I think is best for people. I'm sorry if caring about you is bad coming from me.
All I want to do is make people happy...But I don't want to be their sole dependant becuase I have flaws too and I can't be perfect. (An exception is true love; when two people fall in true love and they are each other's world. I guesse that would be a little different though...)
I pick people up when they fall down and dust them off, but its up to them to take the first step forward.
