I love helping people but over the past year I’ve felt like every time I help someone, it makes me feel worse. I hate seeing people so sad all the time and none of these people deserve it. I started feeling so bad about other people being sad that I started doubting my own life. I don’t understand it. why do some people get to live happy lives and almost never have to use all of their strength just to get out of bed in the morning? and why do others have to go through such torture? I kept thinking about it over and over […]
