Help
I will never be a Psychologist, I would much rather be a friend.
Let me explain.
Today I was given the opportunity to help heal others who were confronted with major life and death events. One person had the unfortunate event of learning that very close friend ended his own life while another confided in me about her decision to have an abortion because of a failed (or failing) relationship.
When these people I care for so much hurt, I hurt. At the same time, I am filled with a sense of pride and joy. Does this make me a masochist? I do not want any ill will to befall upon my friends but I am so grateful that I am trusted and close enough that I am called upon to share their grief. If I were a psychologist, I believe I would have to detach myself from people that trust me and share feelings of hard times with me.
I like that people share with me both the good and the bad times. Perhaps I should not be writing about it but I find that it is an odd feeling I am experiencing. Since it is a strange feeling, I needed to let it out and share with others in hopes that they continue to share with me.
There is one more area that I wanted to touch on before I let this go. I want to make sure that you know that even if we have not talked in a while, if we are estranged or angry with one another, if for one reason or another you are in a dark place and you believe that you have nowhere to turn, I am telling you now that you do. Regardless of our past, I will make myself available to you to hear you and help you. Please, never leave me without letting me try to help in some fashion.
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