I find myself staring down this fact of life once again. This must be at least the sixth time.
I want to help people, but the people who need help the most either don’t want help or don’t think they need it. Those around such people are doomed to a cycle of self-exhaustion, and there is simply nothing that can be done but give up.
I keep running into the issue. I keep re-discovering this fact of life, but it’s not any easier to deal with each time, because the only solution – to stop trying – isn’t a solution. It’s an act of self-preservation.
I have accepted that it’s not my job to fix people. You can’t help people that have no desire to improve themselves or their situation. You cannot spend your time and energy with such fruitless endeavors. You can’t help someone who won’t help themselves. I know all of these things well, but I continue to find myself embedded in these situations, like it’s some kind of cycle. Why? And for what?
Is it just the kind of person that I am?