Loving Someone That Needs Help, BUT You Can’t Help Yourself
It’s a horrible place to be; no one should experience it.
It’s on again! She came back.
Things will be different this time. She’s no longer a narcissist, and SHE told you, YOU aren’t either. It’s how life goes, right?
You love someone and feel their pain while they show up with a wheelbarrow of emotions. But sometimes, the load gets too heavy, and you must dump it. But it’s good-quality dirt; you can’t leave dump it yet. Does that sound familiar? You can help them. Your struggles are their struggles.
We love them, right? But what is it we love? Do we love reflecting on what could be but never will be? Our codependent natures are what we need, right? We are helping others, why? We can’t help ourselves. We LOVE that shit! We can fix someone else to avoid what we need in ourselves.
I love her but don’t know how to help her. What do I do? Most would say it’s not love, hell, they might be right, but it’s something.
I’m exhausted. I love her but don’t know how to love her to health because I can’t love myself. I mean, really, what is loving yourself? It’s a misused term as much as “Narcissism” is.
