I leap at the opportunity to sit with people and talk through their problems. It feels like my basic human nature drives me to want to support other people in the same way as I need to eat, sleep and breathe.

But whenever I'm in a painful place it seems like the people in my life want nothing to do with me. I get a very strong sense that they wish they didn't have to deal with my existence. They might give me a level of attention that feels like a quick pat on the head followed by an instant escape into something far more interesting and spiritually enriching like social media or TV, but the "How do I get rid of this guy?" vibe is overwhelming.

It seems the worse things are going for me, the less people want to give me their support. Is this world mainly populated with people who have blocks of ice instead of hearts or am I just extremely unlucky?