I can't take it
Why am I called "the therapist" among my friends when I can't even save them from pain? I'm so confused, so frustrated. I feel so helpless and sad for not knowing what's been going on with my friend. I hate it. I hate the fact she's be hiding her pain and I hate myself for falling for her false act of happiness. I wish I knew earlier. I wanted to be there for her. And I feel like it's almost too late. I'm not strong enough.
And it hurts. It hurts so much to know what she's been through.
She says, "Don't cry anymore. I'm okay."
But how am I suppose to believe she's really okay when she hasn't been for the last month and a half? I can't even convey all my emotions right now. I'm not even in her position and yet it hurts a lot. She has it far worse than me. Do I have the right to cry like I am now? What can I even do? I can't even find the words to comfort her or find the words to solve all of this. I have to face reality.
I can't help her....
And it hurts. It hurts so much to know what she's been through.
She says, "Don't cry anymore. I'm okay."
But how am I suppose to believe she's really okay when she hasn't been for the last month and a half? I can't even convey all my emotions right now. I'm not even in her position and yet it hurts a lot. She has it far worse than me. Do I have the right to cry like I am now? What can I even do? I can't even find the words to comfort her or find the words to solve all of this. I have to face reality.
I can't help her....