I have a terrible habit of wanting to save people like I would save a stray puppy on the side of the road.
There's a guy, Scott that had recently began coming around to NA meetings. He is super quiet and shy, and probably one of the most socially anxious people I have ever met. Anyway, he came to the meeting tonight and admitted he had relapsed.. he had 10 days clean, then got high. I don't know what it is, but I feel so bad for him. He seems so broken. Like, I just want to take him, and fix him. Make everything go away, and cure him. I want to scoop him up in my arms and wave a magic wand and be able to tell him "Hey, everything is going to be okay" and really be able to make that happen.
I guess I'm just co-dependent as fuck or something. The audacity of me to think that I could help someone else when I can't even help my own damn self.
There's a guy, Scott that had recently began coming around to NA meetings. He is super quiet and shy, and probably one of the most socially anxious people I have ever met. Anyway, he came to the meeting tonight and admitted he had relapsed.. he had 10 days clean, then got high. I don't know what it is, but I feel so bad for him. He seems so broken. Like, I just want to take him, and fix him. Make everything go away, and cure him. I want to scoop him up in my arms and wave a magic wand and be able to tell him "Hey, everything is going to be okay" and really be able to make that happen.
I guess I'm just co-dependent as fuck or something. The audacity of me to think that I could help someone else when I can't even help my own damn self.