Can’t Help Those Who Don’t Want to Be Helped
If you’ve ever taken the time, there’s a song by A Day To Remember called “End of Me”.
It’s a beautiful song, loud, like I like it. It has lyrics that I can relate to on so many levels. One of the lyrics that sticks with me:
“I get it, no, I get it. Can’t help those who don’t want to be helped.”
Why does that mean so much to me? Because I’ve been there. I live there.
There are people out there that I want nothing more than to help. I’ve been a helper for years. I grew up wanting to help others, it’s what I do, it’s what I live for. I grew up helping Donna with her demons, I became a CNA to help the elderly. I’ve been in customer service because I like helping people.
But the thing that always gets me, people, some people, they just don’t want to be helped. That’s so frustrating to me. I want nothing more than to help people and those people who don’t want me to help them irritate me. I want to help them. I want to be there for them.
Sometimes I think that I have a savior’s complex. Where when someone is going through hell I want to save them.