To help, or not to help

Being the type of person with a natural motherly instinct can really, well, it can really suck. When you have someone you care about struggling with something, there's more than one way to handle it. There are those who ignore it. There are those who just suck when it comes to consoling. And then there are those who know exactly what to do. If you fall into the last category, I guarantee you have another problem as well. Sometimes we come across a person who you feel the need to help. You drive yourself crazy trying to do everything you can just to make them smile. You go the extra distance to try and do anything possible to just fix what they say is broken. And in the end you realize, no matter what you do, they will never fully accept your help for some reason. And that bothers you. It eats at you. If you can't help them, and they won't accept it, what will you do? It begins to become something selfish. You only try and help them to satisfy something in your life. The desire to help, to fix, to undo a mistake. That feeling you have in the pit of your stomach when you think you've failed them. If they don't accept your help, it must mean you did something wrong. Right? If you can't help them, how can you ever help somebody else? It really breaks your heart, especially when you realize what's making them feel this way is the only thing that can make them feel right again. And everything you did is forever lost.