The Help

It’s almost way too easy to find help nowadays.

But the problem is, I don’t want to be helped.

If by helping me means keeping me in this situation, I don’t need it.

I don’t need strength nor comfort.

I don’t need empathy, sympathy, encouragement, kind words.

It just an illusion to keep me stay in this situation much longer, and once it’s gone (it always will, since it’s a finite resource), I will return to my current state.

Seriously, I don’t need any help.

Don’t offer me any help if helping means that I’m going to feel another day.

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