The Final Nail

Remind me again that it’s never good to have too much hope and faith in some people. Those who are obviously crying for help and is already self-destructing but when you try to pull them up from where they are, they refuse. You can only do so much because you can’t help a person who wouldn’t participate in their own rescue. 

It seems like they’re already addicted to the feeling of being sad that wallowing in self-pity is already home for them. I read somewhere that, “trying to help someone who doesn’t want or isn’t ready to be helped is a noble effort, but ultimately it’s like asking to be punched in the face.” 

Well, I got punched in the face. And that fu**ing sucks. 

No amount of giving gentle suggestions. No amount of assuring them that you are there for them when they need you. No amount of sincere listening. No amount of leaving them alone to find their own sweet time. No amount of letting them know you care.

They will only see it as meddling. That you know nothing about their plight. That you are sabotaging them or overreacting. 

Mine’s the best and one for the books: I was accused of ruining his life. And because to be accused of such travesty is the final nail in the coffin, I am backing away for good. I don’t give a flying f*ck what happens anymore.

Please remind me again that if a person doesn’t want to be helped, then might as well not. That I should just consider it a lost cause.