I’ve (17F) had this intense saviour complex since probably I was 13 or 14. It just makes me feel all the more miserable and alone, and when I’m helping or consoling others, I feel this deep pit in my stomach and ruminate in my head about how I know they wouldn’t help back or even care to ask how I am. 

I’ve felt chronic loneliness for such a long time and because of how deeply it affects me, I never want anyone I see to ever feel that way. So I listen and do everything I can to help them, even when I know they wound or could never return the favour, at my own expense. Just so they feel a little bit of relief for a while. 

Do you guys get this? Is this like part of our struggle with abandonment and everything? That we have to keep people at all costs, even when it hurts us?