I’ve discussed before the inherent nature in some of us to want to fix people. Do I let broken people into my life because I myself am broken? Do I believe that if I fix everyone else that I will somehow, vicariously, fix myself? Inevitably, though, what happens is we help, people leave, and we get hurt. People are toxic when they’re broken and they don’t know themselves. This includes us when we don’t know ourselves. So, they will walk all over you and hurt you and run.
I’m watching myself let this happen to me again…
I suppose it’s progress that I’m recognizing it and nipping it at the beginning. But, you know… It still hurts.
I feel cheap and alone.