I'm stretched to the max as far as helping people goes. I don't know why everyone comes to me for a shoulder to cry on or to help them fix their fuckups. It's gotten to the point now where it's making me wanna pull my hair out. It's affecting me mentally and physically. Yesterday I literally snapped. I thought for sure my cheese had slid off my cracker. But at least this breakdown I remember. And as if I didn't have enough people asking for help, last night someone else came to me for advice. I know that God wants me to help those in need but how can I do that when I'm in need myself? It's an impossible thing to ask of me. But here I am paper-thin and ready to break. And nobody gets it, nobody understands... I'm just expected to move mountains and fix everyone and all of their problems. I keep reminding myself that nothing is impossible and that I really must have some type of gift to have people living and non-living begging for my help. My cousin told me yesterday that when we had gotten off the phone one day she was crying. Someone had asked her what was wrong and she told them that I should be a motivational speaker. It touched me because I had never had someone say such kind words about me before. Could you imagine how much help I could give if I was at the top of my game? The possibilities would be endless I'm sure. But sadly that's all just a dream and I quickly pinch myself and fall back into reality.