Through the years as much as I've developed a nitch for helping others. I've realized the only person you can help is yourself. Your thoughts or conversation with others may impact then in a positive way, but ultimately it's up to them what they do or make of there circumstances.
Even while I struggled with my own problems, if I could help someone else along the way somehow it made my day. I can remember even as early as middle school. I had a passion for helping people.
Through my drug addiction I wasn't your typical addict. I would help the homeless and others in need. By buying them food, giving them words of advice and going out of my way to make everyone but myself happy. Although I can't say I never hurt anyone along the way because I did.
You learn though the only person you can help is yourself.
Through my addiction, I hurt not only myself but others as well. Emotionally for the most part. I can remember my mom telling me at times whether I was in jail or some other controlled environment along the way. I remember her saying "Well at least I know your safe".
Which although it was sad. It was the truth. I always did good with someone else telling me what to do and when to do it. I guess you can say I became somewhat institutionalized from a young age. And was willing to help everyone besides me.
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My Life & My Struggle: Could Be Your Motivation?
No Ficción02/02/18 NON-FICTION SPOTLIGHT This publication is a Self-Help/Autobiography. It's a glimpse into my life and the impact mental illness & drug addiction played in my life. To put it lightly I'm a walking miracle: I've died more than once. I hop...
