I've got a lot of stuff in my life.

I've got a lot of stuff in my life. Sometimes easy, sometimes harder. The point is that when I felt something was close to my soul, I did not know how to detach it from there. Even if I had succeeded, it would always have been a trace; like when you stick a patch over the wound, and after dropping it, you remain glue as a contour. And that contour, no matter how much you try to wash it and take it down, it's not going anywhere. It's like a deep trace in your soul.

That's the way people are leaving and they're coming back. If they were ordinary people, it would probably have been easier for me to close the door, lock it up and move on as if nothing had happened. Let's not lament ourselves too much and admit that in our lives people are not equal, there is no point in turning our fingers and hiding the fact that we are making differences. It is true that we are trying hard not to do this, but when we love we see only the man we have in our hearts. For him we would also give our life and skin and air. All. No matter how much we ask and under what circumstances.

Because of that, of the people I kept (and still hold) more like myself, I did not know how to say NO. That is, to oppose the way they used me and to exploit to the maximum the unwritten engagement I had with them. For me it was normal, it seemed okay to give and not stop, to be there when someone needed me, not thinking too much if all of this is ever coming back. Yes, I know, love is willing to offer everything without thinking if she receives something in return, because when love gives, she does not lose, but wins. That kind of love has led me to the eye for the last year ...

He drove me well, because I was very little in control (rational) until I started to get tired. No more tears and emotions for others, but only for me. All the situation to come from the house of my heart desensitized me from the situations of others. Love a man madly, I forgot that there are others around me who need me. I focused too much on what a single man needed. I do not necessarily say I did something wrong, but I realized that I became less than a spare wheel. A sort of old object you put in the attic, and when you go looking for something else there, you get hit by it by mistake. I was hurt when he was hitting me unintentionally, but especially when he was back with his foot to make sure he could withstand the weight of the years that pressed me. That I'm staying there and can come back whenever she needs it.

I do not know if I woke up now ... I just know it's time to learn to say NO to people. Not to review their behavior, but to have the power to help others. Those who have continued to do this indefinitely do not think they will change, at least not from one day to the next. They will need guidance, and I, as much as I love them, can not keep my feet on their way to their hearts. I have to say NO, because otherwise I will end up wrapping my own wounds in the war instead of helping my comrades go further. And a doctor of souls does not heal himself, but he heals others ...