A Very Hard Week…. and more to come.

Well this past week was one of the hardest of my entire life. To say I felt broken is the biggest understatement ever. The feeling of falling apart, of all the pieces of ‘me’, just blown away in the fear and terror was there all the time. I have never been good doing ‘helpless’. If a family member or friend was in trouble, or came to me with a problem, I was always there, trying to make it better, put it right. When I did my counsellor training, we did schema work and I discovered that I was a ‘rescuer’. Couldn’t bear to see others afraid, in pain, in trouble without wading in, sometimes wrongly, sometimes unwanted,but trying my best to make it right. Don’t get me wrong, I am not a do-gooder, I am not everyone’s answer to a prayer, my need to help ,comes from way back in…