How I wish I can openly talk about my problems with people, so that I can hear comforting words, and feel comforted, and cared for. I really want to listen to people telling me that it’s alright (even though it’s clearly not), and that the world has not ended, instead of the other way round like what usually happens. As much as I enjoy helping people solve their problems by dispensing advice, I’m getting a bit exhausted myself. I do this on a regular basis, to the extent that it’s now a habitual thing, dispensing advice, that it is now second nature to me. I’m more than willing to help out, to hear people out and to come up with valid reasons why they should hang on and not give up. But my unwillingness to confide openly in others has led me to feel devoid of any comfort. And I do feel sad about this. How I wish things were different, I really do.