Why I Do What I Do

There is a certain joy I get when I know I have helped someone.

Whether its through my experiences, advice, or my resources, I try to help people as much as I can. It’s instinct for me for me to help out a friend, someone I know, or even a stranger, if I know I have the ability to.

It’s the reason why I get out of bed on the days I really don’t want to. It’s the reason why I talk about my past, even if it’s going to make me emotional.

A few weeks ago, someone I know came to me for help. Their friend was unemployed and in a really bad position, emotionally and financially. I found him a job.

Being depressed that week, my whole mood changed. I became motivated. I wanted to help this person.

I remember how amazing it felt to find a job for him. It feels good to be the reason he’s in a better position now.

I have a friend that I met online. We’ve never met but I’ve been helping him on and off with his struggles for three years now. Whenever he messages me, I gladly take the time to answer him. I try my best to help and encourage him.

My best friend struggles with anxiety. I help her whenever I possibly can. And I know she will do the same for me. She knows she can count on me whenever she needs me. It feels good whenever she comes to me for help.

This is one of the reasons I’m still here. It’s the reason that I don’t stop fighting, even when I feel like giving up.

This is why when I say, people can come to me for help or advice, I really mean it. It not only helps them, but it helps me.

This is why I share my story.

This is why I am always here for those who need help, especially if they feel like they’re alone.

This is why I talk about the things no one else talks about.

This is why I talk about the past, no matter how much it hurts.

It helps people and makes a difference in people’s lives, including mine.

Because I have been a listener before, I know it helps people. It was, and still is nice to know I’m not alone. Now I am using my voice to help others and to make sure they’re not alone.

So no matter how many times I tell my story, or no matter how painful it is to talk about something, I’m going to. Even if it just helps one person, it’s worth it.

Even though I wish I could help everyone, there are some situations where I’m not sure what to do. I’m not a trained responder. I have no idea how to help a stranger out of a suicidal situation. I’ve had a couple situations where strangers messaged me online saying they wanted to end their life. I tried to convince them to call 911, they wouldn’t. I tried every cliché saying, they wouldn’t listen. In that situation, I was stuck. I admit, I had no idea what to do. All I could do was listen and pray that was enough. Thankfully, they’re still alive.

So please, if you’re someone I don’t know and in a crisis situation, call 911 or a distress line. Someone will be there for you. Someone will be able to help you.

 

 

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